When I read the actual story-how Gatsby loves Daisy so much but can’t ever be with her no matter how hard he tries-I feel like ripping the book in half and calling up Fitzgerald and telling him his book is all wrong, even though I know Fitzgerald is probably deceased. Especially when Gatsby is shot dead in his swimming pool the first time he goes for a swim all summer, Daisy doesn’t even go to his funeral, Nick and Jordan part ways, and Daisy ends up sticking with racist Tom, whose need for sex basically murders an innocent woman, you can tell Fitzgerald never took the time to look up at clouds during sunset, because there’s no silver lining at the end of that book, let me tell you

I think I might have inhaled you, I can feel you behind my eyes.
I can feel you flowing in me
My mind has you in wonderment.

Sweet autumn, the season spin off of favorite t.v shows and late night weekends cuddling in body fat. Maybe D.S is right, I am getting boring..What if adult life has caught up to me? Nonetheless, I will not give up, I shall animate! I like to entertain..it sucks feeling tired all the time. Starting now, I sleep early and morph into a swamp thing! I threw out a lot of my old clothes today, you said I dressed like a child :( Damn, I’ll prove you wrong into megabits. Work is great, my coworkers are friendly and they keep me in check. I had my second Sony interview, my fingers will remain crossed, vigorously. Family is always the same and you, LP, the same guy with the same needs. Sometimes I get sad thinking about the currents. Must stay positive! Oh, I’ve been saving and spending on loans. This is what adult life is like: I am torn with heavy thoughts of escape. The other day was Peter’s birthday, let me recapitulate and say Happy Birthday to one of my long time p-pals. My milk expired on your birthday; I hope you grow and stay happy. Thank you for all the humor, monthly phone calls, and cloaked care. I abide you to a life of excessive love and muse. Hooplah! The weekend is here: Eat well, Sleep with dreams, live with grace, and smile your way to victory everyone! Clover sleeps in the jungle tonight with one objective: Answers.

I need to slow down on my blogs, incorporate, pause and sound. Brian and I had a very interesting leave from sweet Riverbound. To all the lucky girls out there, I am in the lead while you suckers are falling over unstable ground, heels are meant for the club (and stripping teasing! double wink). My stay has been pleasant.. I am getting my foot out the glass door once a good opportunity arises. A quick recap on the past weeks: Disney, comikaze, Bad tan, shrimp guess, Crystal Castles, LBP vita, homemade potatoes, pass, Frankenweenie, hot dawgs, tireawesome hats, glow ears, end of work, tios, ping pong, napoholic, midtown comics, conan, channel 64, lost prevention, sweet nipples! It’s been a delightful journey, I can’t wait to take that body downtown on our next meet ;)

_I’ve got comics to read, lbp stages to ace, and resumes to send out!
_Clover out!

She’s lost for now,
Trying to pick up all the pieces she left behind
The wind flatters her stringy hair
She wants to look back but she’ll try not
For it is the last of us and the last of her