Carlos
19 oct 22
DeRank ™: 30,76
The weather is mild these days, but yesterday evening for the first time this year I smelled the smell of autumn, the real one. I thought about the colder evenings, but with that air of smog and something that some farmer who knows where is burning in his damn field, about my first student assemblies, about the protests of my life, about long hair down to my mid-back and the long gray coat that looked like it had come from some kolchoz. I was listening to this stuff back then, and everything was in flux. In fact, it was the future that was sweeping over me. The Electric Prunes I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night
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