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- Brian Jonestown Massacre. Just For Today.
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- Donovan. Deep Peace.
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I grew up about 10 min from Louisville, Kentucky. Oh dear god do I miss that place. Spring is just not the same here. It snowed today in East Lansing, MI. What I wouldn’t do for wet and green and hard rain on a tin roof.
Ghost stories about the mansions we went to on field trips (about how they put children in the third floor crate and the lonely black figure in the window died there) and the trailer park shit hole that was down a hill and across the railroad tracks where my best friend in girl scouts lived. Stories from old people about when the Ohio river flooded so badly they went from house to house in a canoe.
cigars and lizards and snakes and gentle handfuls and handfuls of praying mantus hatching all over my brothers desk after keeping a brown hollow pod inside over the winter we had to move outside. crawdads and aint aint a word… I forgot you.
oh nostalgia you win every time, now give me back I have to take an exam on nuclear and particle physics now.