The speaker saw shadows and faces in the rain as they waited unsuccessfully for an old man to arrive. As time passed, the speaker felt their mind and neurons slowly dying while surrounded by the cold, storms, and phantoms whose blue lungs nearly drowned in sweetness and looks like a purple abyss. It was a cold and unsuccessful wait for the old man to arrive.
The speaker saw shadows and faces in the rain as they waited unsuccessfully for an old man to arrive. As time passed, the speaker felt their mind and neurons slowly dying while surrounded by the cold, storms, and phantoms whose blue lungs nearly drowned in sweetness and looks like a purple abyss. It was a cold and unsuccessful wait for the old man to arrive.
The speaker saw shadows and faces in the rain as they waited unsuccessfully for an old man to arrive. As time passed, the speaker felt their mind and neurons slowly dying while surrounded by the cold, storms, and phantoms whose blue lungs nearly drowned in sweetness and looks like a purple abyss. It was a cold and unsuccessful wait for the old man to arrive.
the fine, mistlike rain drops I saw deaf shadows criystal faces of nimble lads and cars in their fluid flight on the asphalt I was trying in vain to ignore myself to the phantoms' advantage their blue lungs nearly drowned with so much sweetness their frozen looks like a purple abyss were slowly anihilating my neurons half already dead it was Cold outside and I was waiting for the old guy with delicate hands to arrive but he seemed like having been swallowed by the storms' blind eagerness it was Cold out there and the angels' humid ribs were devolving quickly