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so difficult being a simon and garfunkel fan during a heatwave when you can't hear the drizzle of the rain and the autumn winds doesn't blow chilly and cold and you can't turn your collar to the cold and damp and the leaves that are green aren't turning to brown and the new york city winters aren't bleeding you and there isn't a patch of snow on the ground and the sky isn't gray and white and cloudy and you're not alone on a winters day in a deep and dark december and-

women were not banging out spirk fanfiction in the 60s for you to be AI generating your fic

every story you hear about george harrison is either “yeah he fucked my wife” or “he was the only being that truly understood the meaning of this mortal life”