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I miss the automatic front door and the Silver Spoons train that ran through rooms. I miss learning cohesive messages from excessive and dead junkies off of Different Strokes. I miss furry brown aliens that eat cats. I miss saturday cartoons the depict my favorite wrestlers and ones that animate furry brown aliens that ate cats. I miss not having a heart attack about day to day living, dealin with richmen raising the rent ceilling to just out of my reach. I miss the beach. I miss radio beats that were pop and still had heat. I miss the harmonies and the sheer talent. I miss the hairspray and makeup crowd. I miss believing I was somehow mod. I miss some of my old jobs. I miss punk rock. I miss fuckin alot. I miss Buckshot and the BCC when OGC dropped. I miss DITC. I miss all types of things.........

thinkin back to my childhood helps me to remember how untampered my thoughts were. How I didn't know drugs yet. How the sky was the limit and how I would never even hit the limit. I look back so I can see forward. In order to carve my path I look to the past