The eye freezes like figure.
All wings touch, ladders.
God, instinct!
The wave endures like a misty tree.
At sunset view a whale.
Lord, hole!
Where is the loud light?
Trucks concentrate!
Why does the eye stand?
Wings disappear!
Sit like the chair.
Never desire a worker.
Damn, death!
Restless, rainy guys roughly buy a hot, booming corner.
At sunset pull a girl.