there was never anything visionary about fitzgerald
there was a man and he wrote all day long, but only in his head. what he thought never quite made it to print, physical or otherwise. this man is not myself, but some one other than me, strange and beautiful and young, but still with an achy joint pain that flares nightly, requiring extraordinary periods of rest & relaxation.
he took notes on squirrels, jays and other yard critters. his favorite, secretly, were the feral cats that wore a clan-like appearance and stayed thick even in the heat of july. his water bowl would be filled daily, so as to maximize his viewership of the cats. of the litter, he had picked crinkly as his adorned prince. crafting a collar of felt and copper, he saw to it that crinkly had a mane of intense thrift, grimly reflective and handsomely austere. crinkly was a runt.
it was never made public that this man took part in vigils to the beach. he took a towel and sun block, along with a novel and a pack of cigarettes to the coast once or twice a week. when he would sweat the sunscreen, he would reapply the beads in a counterclockwise motion, circumventing conversation with nods and winks behind thick aviator prescription sunglasses. passivity, he reckoned, might take him places. the solitude of the sun seemed noble every afternoon he would hear the waves crash. sometimes, he donned a persona before taking off, listening to grizzly bear and reminiscing in the future perfect tense.
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glorious gainesville is empty in the summertime. why can't i graduate? a.a. in english soon, woo!
moving soon, woo!
tips tomorrow and karaoke!
he took notes on squirrels, jays and other yard critters. his favorite, secretly, were the feral cats that wore a clan-like appearance and stayed thick even in the heat of july. his water bowl would be filled daily, so as to maximize his viewership of the cats. of the litter, he had picked crinkly as his adorned prince. crafting a collar of felt and copper, he saw to it that crinkly had a mane of intense thrift, grimly reflective and handsomely austere. crinkly was a runt.
it was never made public that this man took part in vigils to the beach. he took a towel and sun block, along with a novel and a pack of cigarettes to the coast once or twice a week. when he would sweat the sunscreen, he would reapply the beads in a counterclockwise motion, circumventing conversation with nods and winks behind thick aviator prescription sunglasses. passivity, he reckoned, might take him places. the solitude of the sun seemed noble every afternoon he would hear the waves crash. sometimes, he donned a persona before taking off, listening to grizzly bear and reminiscing in the future perfect tense.
***
glorious gainesville is empty in the summertime. why can't i graduate? a.a. in english soon, woo!
moving soon, woo!
tips tomorrow and karaoke!