im goin backwards and forwards in time in the sweetest way possible...im pausing to smell the roses, ive givin up on getting things done, im hearin songs i haven't heard for years...
songs from summertime cookouts with puerto rican rum, songs from house parties and secret getaways in fast cars, songs from cancelled college classes and making passes in a field of grasses...songs from midnite, on the autobahn with the moon so big and bright...
im feelin feelings like seein a dear old friend who's face was blurry in mind:
Buddy buddy don't you know you make me go nutty
I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy
Not too skinny and not too chubby
Soft like silly putty
Miss Crabtree I hope that you're not mad at me
Cause I told you that it was your buddy
That was making me ever so horny
Junglelistically horny...
...I don't beg I just tease my buddy with my right leg
And when it's ready what's said is buddy is best in bed...
--de la soul, "buddy"
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