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I'm listening to this Saetia song "Venus and Bacchus," it used to be one of my favorite songs years and years ago. Listening to it now there's a cool breeze blowing in my face, cooling me down because it's not yet cold enough for the sweater I'm wearing. This song feels exactly the same as it did years and years ago. The only difference between that time and now is that right now I'm stoned and writing a Russian Formalist criticism of Garcia Marquez's "Death Constant Beyond Love."
Life is interesting. I want to be in the desert feeling the wind in my face with the only sign of humans for miles being my lonely tent.
Life is interesting. I want to be in the desert feeling the wind in my face with the only sign of humans for miles being my lonely tent.