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There' s a girl a table away from me talking to her boyfriend about every grade she's ever gotten in every class in all her years of schooling and i want to throw my laptop at her head.
Here I am, writing some poorly phrased garbage about Frank O'Hara, when really, I know, he'd rather I wrote poems to him, like he did to all of his poet friends. Frank O'Hara wouldn't care much for my analysis of "lana turner has collapsed". I can hear him making fun of me in his nasally voice, really daring me to throw my laptop at that girl's head.
The place in the library that I've found has these great lovely wall-to-wall windows that open up to a beautiful view of the inside of the library. I'm staring at a white wall and the distant glow of more laptops, all itching to hit this one girl in the head.
Here I am, writing some poorly phrased garbage about Frank O'Hara, when really, I know, he'd rather I wrote poems to him, like he did to all of his poet friends. Frank O'Hara wouldn't care much for my analysis of "lana turner has collapsed". I can hear him making fun of me in his nasally voice, really daring me to throw my laptop at that girl's head.
The place in the library that I've found has these great lovely wall-to-wall windows that open up to a beautiful view of the inside of the library. I'm staring at a white wall and the distant glow of more laptops, all itching to hit this one girl in the head.