The consternation over "who was the real me?" has me barking "call me doctor who" and that might be trouble. The wacky parent thing can't be erased and it still comes up frequently. "There were worse" doesn't quell the voice. Being haunted was never big on the wish list so the new coming of age normal prevails.

The success model where the powerful strengthen their power regardless of guttings also way down on the list. Carpet vacuuming beats carpet-bombing and pole affection beats pole vaulting. You can't leverage the off-label use of the pole for advancement only. The link can't be broken. Carousing in the daylight is like boinking the maid without the actual consummation. It seems digressional to keep emphasizing the pleasure points but they're the krugerrands of the castle. The prep is incidental to the entire performance but is preferential in the coverage.

The haiku gets flushed in deference to the bumper sticker which when ironed on as a graphic tee looks like every other meme. So instead, what is is or The notion of fresh air is a crutch for the believers in insurrection by the cavernous.