will crap be produced?
who knows
Gatsby

I can taste the airBaby’s good to meI can taste the air
4:13 pm.
My feet hit the concrete.
It’s a long fall down to the street.
From the curb.
I should call him. Why hasn’t he talked to me yet?
I want to talk to him.
I tried to.
“Bye.”
(Glances back, then walks away.)
What is going on?
Always on my mind
The phone is suffocating.
That girl is sitting on the bench.


a contrived commentaryThis is the first line.a contrived commentary
My history teacher once told my class that, when supporting a thesis in an essay, we shouldn’t write “My first reason is…” and “Secondly…” and so on and so forth. He said that whoever was reading the essay would be able to count up to five in his head. Our essays improved greatly after that. But it is always such a precarious thing to assume things.
So let me reiterate that that was the first line.
Sometimes I write about things I don’t understand.
Actually, all the time I write about things I don’t understand.
My English teacher mu
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As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
Psalms 42:1
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