feel good hit of the summer

When I hear this song, the fleshy pile of demons in my head stirs, and an old familiar face crawls yawning from their midst. With a demented grin, he rubs his little red potbelly, raises his black-tasseled spear, and starts to dance by the flame in my mind. I’ve never known whether I’m going to fight him or join his dance.  It gives me such nostalgia, I can’t help but smile.

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