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oh how it was so different then oh
when we were but thin programmed dreams my dear
yeah
you cruisin
sweet
thing playin in your car top down yeah jackie o shades
on your face no your juicy couture sunglasses before i broke them that nite when was i was angry and drunk on rumpleminze no
your moss lipow's you never let me near and your burt's bees lips
bay
bee yeah that's right so soft uh huh
hey lookit!
i see you i am there it is summer and the warm vaults are simulating reality above us yeah and we skipped the movie we were on our way to see becuz hollywood sucks right and
i
was trying to kick that powder again and pricking my little finger with your mother's holyoke '77 pin and sucking the little red drops from between my fingerprints and you were driving too fast vroom always driving too fast yup in that new yellow cabriolet and you sighed and said man let's leave los
angeles and go to my grandfather's place on the coast in oregon it's the former governor's mansion we can see the whales if we are lucky and i was like man fuck the fuckin whales hey
i fuckin hate it here listen i thought i was gonna die on the flight out
it was all jews and mexicans and the stewardess was a guy a total fag with a huge gut and hair plugs and you
laughed and said sweet boy let me take you down to the ocean and i said no need baby i am the ocean and you said damn man how fuckin strung-out are you this time and i
counted to ten in my head and said dude
does it really matter and you made a sad face and stomped on the gas and i saw the ocean below the cliff and the air smelled like salt and dead fish and my addict brain was trying to figure out how to get some cash outta you and find some shit to stack inside my mind yeah

so many years ago and now yours is a face i can barely summon and umm

i wonder if you even remember my name sometimes,

baby.