She’s hungry for gold, she wants to eat gold. She wants to press her little teeth through soft gleaming gold. You’re a startup millionaire who keeps all his money in gold and you’re just ignoring her. I get it, dude, you’re scared. You’ve never fed a metalmouth before.
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Anyway. All that being said. The shoes. The short shorts. These are like 1960’s Hamptons rejects.
I see those shoes being worn in cities where you actually walk places and then I think of summer.
Which leads me to the next thoughts: blisters, discomfort, and stinking, seeping, New York filth that coats your body with grime. That thin sheen of greasy summer soot. After that I think of the dripping foot sweat puddling in those shoes. Especially those leather ones.
I have no sympathy for anyone who walks blocks to catch a train then walks blocks to get wherever they are going who finally shows up complaining about their blisters or their feet hurting as they wear shoes that are uncomfortable and painful even when wearing socks.
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