Why?
Dumb Hummer
if you've ever sipped guinness through a cigarette filter or unwittingly taylored your style after the war footing of your nation's leaders or wore fatigues in a civilian's way or fit a hummer through the narrower streets downtown, seeking parking on a friday night, getting lodged in the metal wake, then that's you. but if you can dance like i do with no grid or arthur something numbered footprints, if you can walk right out the bike gate of the mccarther bart like parting leaves to make a path and don't look back or feel bad or speed up when they call after you, then we share a foam fist in the nose bleeds Letras de cancionesat the freaking circus. if you've ever sipped guinness through a cigarette filter or wore fatigues in a civilian's way if you've got a chain around your license plate or cosmetic gold teeth, i don't know you. if you wear first hand clothes and get your hair cut by somebody you don't know, i'm below you.
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