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Log Rhythm Intercepts Highland Manor Sloped Basin

by @matthew-scott-harris2p

Nature made convenient sluice, when pool water did wend down the gentle slope describing gargantuan wetsuit vend er steadily chugging, chiseling, and channeling straight away blindly coursing upend ding (mankind imposed) property boundaries demarcations tend with futile diligence, asper the whimsical barenaked lady's propensities, viz mother nature made short shrift send ding hours of surveyor labor down into the behavioral sink also rend ding inhabitants within the flood plain to vacate premises and return, when storm didst abate comically shaking angry fist at darkening non sheltering sky - faux imitating to berate meteorological processes many complex systems create the downpour seemingly appearing (to me) rainier date then years gone by scattershot memories, (which figurative, somewhat unreliable yardstick of boyhood) did equate climate affecting Southeastern Montgomery, Pennsylvania, registering homo sapiens ultimate fate burgeoning population, which impact great enough for this lix spittle country bumpkin to ejaculate (not prematurely) Hawaii hate to reckon my environmental impact doth irritate fragile ecosystems, and holistic lifestyle aye would trade (hint...mebbe ya know of eco-centric intentional communities) even (yes absolutely) necessitating sweat of brow spade work agreeable to this sometime joker renting from management Grosse and Quade, who primarily bolster increasing monies to get paid,  perhaps partnership incorporates hiring maid  service for their own households,   no doubt beds get properly made yet, this regular John Doe (dependent on social security disability because debilitating panic attacks undermined ability to function found (yours truly) laid up (prior to acquiescing strong suggestions to accept prescription medication), where grade to cope much less steep, plus un huff frayed, now rowing tha old skiff to destination for to long not fostered and delayed (christened matthew scott harris) to feign charade nod duh so merrily lee down the time stream.
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matthew-scott-harris2p
66 / M / schwenksville, penna
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Written by
matthew-scott-harris2p
66 / M / schwenksville, penna
Published
May 22, 2018
Time
3m
Tags
#stewards#of#earth#garners#mankind#a#failing#letter#grade
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