NIFTY
Driving…
It’s pretty. The road, all long and stretchey - we got the blue sky, little feathery clouds; sunset coming. Cute.
Yep. This is me – driving. Down
There’s a song in that doncha think?
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He was driving on fire – he was a man on fire, scalded by the hot flames wriggling up from the inside of him – he was burning up from the inside. He needed a drink. He needed a jack.
He needed to jack.
Wha? - no! – mutha – always the good kid done right – never the – remember that frowning Grrl? Yeah… that’s right - frowning, she saw clean through dat racist gangsta crap you people like to whip on me – you some
Am now.
Can be anything you want to be.
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