Uncle
Uncle Reading your cynical lines, I sense an ebony grimace Glut full of raven-humor. Your tattoo of the Jester, insinuates your position, your sapient wisdom. With eyes dilated I envision a Denim jacket, brimming with lighters and pocket poetry. Rolling a cigarette, I sense your habitual hands, Guiding mine like a gentle coxswain.
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"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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