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Optimism is gladly swimming up the shit creek, I reckon. I need a grandson. Not a son, but a son of a son, so I can start imparting these pearls of wisdom.
Maybe I'll adopt a boy and wait for him to reach adulthood and his loins to bear fruit. Then neglect and disown him, thus bringing into this world another tortured artist at odds with his father. Then reconcile through my grandson, who will still be innocent and of a different temper, sheltered but mindful of the damages done by the arrogance of older men.
Maybe I'll adopt a boy and wait for him to reach adulthood and his loins to bear fruit. Then neglect and disown him, thus bringing into this world another tortured artist at odds with his father. Then reconcile through my grandson, who will still be innocent and of a different temper, sheltered but mindful of the damages done by the arrogance of older men.