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

remember full fenders
cold hands and blinky lights
butt cracks and zipper stacks

remember ketchup as a vegetable
uphill both ways
in the snow

remember when darts was darts
fish & chips were everywhere
malt vinegar heavy in the air 

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pilder asser said...

Sometimes I feel a wave of phantom nostalgia syndrome washing over me. But sometimes it’s actually nostalgia. Ten Eleven Twelve.

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