
DICK DALE AND HIS DEL-TONES BEST OF
love it or hate it i would totally jam to this if i was alive then.
DICK DALE.

DICK DALE.
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DICK DALE.

DICK DALE.

DICK DALE.

making the cut.
my new alter-ego.
i am spontaneous combustion boy.
i will combust [spontaneosly] on your ass.
nuff said.
We can never be BFFs…
and then we walked into the forest but it was dark so you smiled and your teeth glowed and I said I wasn’t sorry so you said for what? but it didn’t matter and we wished on a shooting star but we wished for the same thing and at that moment I knew that shooting star was probably a satellite but you didn’t say anything about it and neither did I so it still counts because we didn’t say anything, right? and even though you never say anything to me anymore and I never say anything you care about it all still counts, right? if distance was anything there’d be more distance between your voice and your brain than me and you but while the television screams it was always supposed to be that way I tell myself i’ve hit writer’s block just to avoid what’s next.
spanish class used to spark alot of rambling.
makes you think, doesn’t it?

it took this amount of trees to make the paper that the trees were painted on.*
*fact may be false
another one of my nightmares.







