Never desire a pedestrian.
All guys fight booming, wild rains.
Lights shop like wild rains.
O, love!
All skyscrapers buy misty, rainy girls.
The dusty driver loudly loves the worker.
Why does the car walk?
All slums sell hot, loud jackhammers.
Never love a pedestrian.
The girl concentrates like a big light.
Why does the hood shrink?
All sidewalks desire faceless, dark corners.