Yellow gold waves on the black ground. She take solace in the word. The need there powerful and romantic like brown papered dime books she found in the cellar after cyclone take her man. Be lookin for that soft bread. Steel beetle hurtle cross that concrete zone.
Big shoulders dead a ahead.
I tell you fookin lousy palaces. Telefono poles smashing into my headlights. Blind and shitty scared. Goin home soon enough. Steel expanse yawns the river slingshot across into the monsters breath.