Insidious nepotism hidden in plain sight from no one. A trail of slime that leads back to a six foot uvula. Superego pretzels for breakfast, lunch and dinner. A wealth of mansions in cardboard and pulp, locked behind iron miserliness. Clever rats nibbling in the gardens, doing less damage than the rot in the floorboards. Loud voices as a substitute for hard-angled martyrdom. And eventually, diminishing penile tumescence and expanding waistlines. An old man grips ever-tightly onto a hollowed-out life. His failures as a father reflecting in the rage of his shining eyes.
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