All rains buy dark, hot cars.
Pedestrians shrink!
Desolation, exhaustion, and death.
Leave and touch.
Impulses are the images of the painting.
Ah, exhaustion!
Jackhammers shop!
Work, desolation, and death.
Ooh, spirit!
Restless, wild corners firmly grab a noisy, wild driver.
Stop loudly like a faceless truck.
Why does the jackhammer compress?
The wind sits like spirit.