I dashed (off the enclosed poem) yay while safely secured within white horse open sleigh after reading following pray lemme know if ye uttered oy vey.
Profound insights divulged during our most recent family zoom Approximately seven hundred and fifty four months since exiting womb, yours truly (sole son of late Boyce Brandon - yes she named him after paternal grandmother Sadie, her mom's Yiddish name Basia Brana or Brandla) me currently ensconced within unit B44
analogous to catacomb amid Highland Manor Apartments I dwell - our livingsocial hole in the wall among grateful dead residents facility likened to metaphorical tomb each stone individually moved one at a time courtesy hearty and hale archeologists resident to Qom (a city in northwestern Iran - place of pilgrimage for Shiite Muslims)
to imbibe on spiritual succor and become comfortably numb acquiring appropriate trailing appellation, yes a USDA, FDA, B Corp... and Pink Floyd approved nom de plume, which feeble poetic brainstorm begat within mine sixty plus shades of gray matter, which exhaustive mental effort induced silent but deadly ka-boom
one Matthew Scott Harris rent asunder vaporized to smithereens, hence each his personal possessions cherished as prized heirloom no trace left behind regarding pulverized lovely bones, nevertheless burnt offerings specialists did painstakingly exhume where Ashkenazi temple will bloom. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My humblest apology for lame rhyme with previous word similar to crypt yours truly deserted and he gypped thee while crawling across Sahara during nighttime dehydration subsequently found me tight lipped I called Uber, but could not get a lyft.