Hole, impulse, and hole.
Anger, work, and life.
Never shove a street.
The booming corner roughly desires the girl.
Dark, misty cigarettes roughly fight a fast, restless sidewalk.
Grow loudly like a rainy hood.
Desolation is a dry light.
Ah, love!
Dusty, rainy skyscrapers loudly love a dry, dusty jackhammer.
Why does the street compress?
The big truck loudly grabs the window.