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Time stopped when we were kids..

Nicktoon marathon all Sunday defines life, now and then.
One way trips to weekends reside in Channel 25's orange hues,
For those first eight grades, it was every day at 4, afternoon.
Trip from the bus, stationed perfectly adjacent with Nick's afterschool block.
Found adventure at dusk's dawn, escape single-file walks cause life's about getting lost,
Fifteen minute increments to resolve every plot,
Jimmy Neutron invents another episode end, brainblast,
something strange in the repetitive way the magic never collapsed.

Last half-day was the thought that never ended,
Run on sentence caught on the thread of kidhood's essence-
Stretching end to end, cup-to-cup whispers stringing July nights in summer,
Crushed five-hundred miles an hour on Kings, by the eyes of my brother-
Laughed at Real Monsters from the edge of my bed. No fear, just what was ahead.
So much awesome in a year or ten, do everything as soon as I can, yet...

Adults pace aisles, wearing holes in their socks with ten droll little thoughts.
Screw news, catch a whole slew of Zim, the kid with a buck tooth and chalk-
Every day fresh... a "fuck you" to school- when that'd get you demerits,
Get asked "do you want to be a success" by your parents.
Nod yes.
Grew-up I guess.

Knowledge is power. Get addicted or get in debt.
Pay every moving picture bill with a thousands words of text.
Time grows to be the limiting factor, a fountain of age,
Childhood went to syndication. Erased without a complaint,
Fell headfirst into attention deficits, blame the cartoony pencil lead sketches
That bled every measure of emptiness in the margins of the present.
Eight, by eleven. It was better as a bedtime, it's hard to explain...
It all just seems like a dream, lucid until the alarm clock's refrain..
Sleepwalk the path to nostalgia. Ten scenes, one morning at a time.
To be young again. Fuck drugs, love and wine. Endless is a moment,
a world alive with colors, animated edges seeped over the lines.
Rewind. The dive gets deeper.