Typo

Orange tears drip off the wall of shame.

3D black and white silk, rotating in a phonebooth shes captivating.

Chimney filled with white soot.

Headrush to hell.

From the right angle, the fountain looks like a translucent spider.

Moist dirt grinds my back, the dogs itch.

Plasticcard bent in half chatters away.. preaching " good will overcome- trust in that"

Calaised hands cant feel the dark.

Lincoln's and Washington's ..more than loose change