City

I dont know just a bunch of nonsense

Where is the dry street?

The old skyscraper calmly buys the guy.

Never love a light.

Life is a fast car.

Lights shrink like dead cigarettes.

Flowers grow!

Hoods shop like misty windows.

All drivers sell old, cold streets.

Why does the light eat?

The street walks like a dark job.

Oh, exhaustion!

Where is the faceless truck?

Small, dead workers roughly hustle a big, dark door.

The sidewalk eats like a small hood.

Ooh, work!

Cigarettes shop like rainy cars.

Small, faceless slums quickly shove a noisy, dry door.

The dry window calmly grabs the worker.

Dead, fast slums quietly shove a cold, rainy driver.

Run calmly like a hot job.

Hot, dead skyscrapers quickly get a cold, faceless job.

Why does the girl stop?

All jackhammers desire grimy, dead windows.

Rains talk!

Gab loudly like a grimy girl.

Where is the dry jackhammer?

The big window quickly loves the sidewalk.

Where is the rainy jackhammer?

Why does the rain gab?

Never buy a driver.

Noisy, dead trucks quickly shove a big, hot slum.

Trucks talk!

Girls gab like dusty corners.