And this just feels like spinning plates. I’m living in cloud cuckoo land.
inspired by e.
being as in love with you as I am.
Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
hmmm… I think I’ll stand.
kept his dick wet with his same old safe bet…
to be ‘lost’…
