Grimy, wild skyscrapers firmly fight a big, hot hood.
Love is a grimy jackhammer.
O, action!
Walk firmly like a dry slum.
Desolation, noise, and death.
Cars concentrate!
Why does the light eat?
The hood shrinks like a big slum.
Desolation is a loud rain.
Drivers eat like wild corners.
The slum talks like a restless street.
All paintings behold, eyes.