Drive soundtrack. I don't eat. I don't sleep. I do nothing but think of you. You keep me under your spell. You keep me under your spell. You keep me under your spell.
A little eighties naughty nighty spell...that movie worked its magick on me. Its subject matter completely at odds with the memories it invoked.
I recall gradeschool insomnia...orange streetlights arcing through my venetian blinds at three in the morning, me desperately trying to keep my volume low...Power 99FM all the way baby...
what is that I smell? Scincere nostalgia? You don't say?
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