what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

What if you walked by this air compressor two or four or six times a day. Every day. Monday through Friday. Until one day, in said hallway,  you were holding in your hand, a one-of-a-kind pee-dub postcard for Dr 37 Mike and it all came together.  ONEWAY or another.  

 

So you paused and took a picture to make it last longer.

 

Like it was meant to be. 

 

When I say you, 

I mean me. 

 

Jenny Jenny

Who can I turn to? 

 

You give me something

I can hold on to 

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37 said...

Kids these don't know what they are missing.

Posted October 28, 2026 12:56 PM | Reply to this comment

pilder said...

word

Posted October 28, 2026 02:59 PM | Reply to this comment

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