Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

The Old Daze

Nostalgia used to be better. When I was a kid, nostalgia was so big; nostalgia knew everything and had been so many places. Nostalgia had been to California.

We are digging through the cultural couch cushions.

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  1. put your leather jacket on

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