Mediocre Gatsby
What a load of malarkey, a requited unrequited love story in which the upper class slams its door on the intruder from the lower tier, but so what? Is this upper class the life we should be aspiring towards. I am not sure it is the thing of fantasy, I think it is quite crass.
There is beauty, there is life to be lived, there is just a certain amount of time, then it is time to stop. Every day there must be a beauty to be found that will take us through the day. Through the week, and life, in and out of this love, my little cock
Fine writing
Quietly, quietly, and there is day that slips away, quietly. Then at the end a few...
