things that I collect, things that I make and things that I like.
ahhhhhhhh, i wish I lived like Mr. Toast!
"Standing on the hill with a popsicle, anything seems possible ..."Soul Asylum.
Summer days. Frère Jacques playing endlessly from the approaching ice cream truck loud speaker. Buying a missile for a nickel. So cold your teeth ache. Sucking the juice out of the wooden stick.
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