Nein
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This is a story i was fumbling to work with..
Blanketing Night found avenue along the tangled web of flickering light tampering with the cities ambiance. Dissecting frolic of canary yellow cabs came to blister the asphalt, as they weaved their disarray in mangled speeds through the design of the roads. Over casted cumulous clouds boasted veil through the shards of captivating light, leaving only the notion of shadowed puppet theatre to gain access to the broad skyline. The crass harmonization of horns needled through the variety of mosaics of pedestrians attempting to cross at the cross walk. Viacoms large screen nested against the towers side, allowing blanketing commercials of Victorias secret ads plague over the needed airtime before the circulation of newscasts came to perform. A few people, stopping, to look up at Stone Phillips give introduction to the new interview heeding against the television network. As the night grew to labor against its full rein the temperature slowly decreased its value. Touched whimsical threads of chilled wind draped along the nights inhabitants.
Chipped cement lofting over rumbles of asphalt mixture came to burden the sidewalks of the fashionable city. Although the variety of entertainment pamphlets garden the boards of bus stops, one seems to pry forth through the multicolored neon papers. Myriad. Seemed to find presence against the sickness of have battered flyers. Tumbling turmoil forecasted its weight along each flyer as the Myriad pamphlet became liberated off the poster board. Circling against the theatrics portrayed along its contours. Twisting in a mirthful exploit through the branches of city roads before tumbling into a matted heap in front of the pizza parlor about five blocks down from city hall.
Slowly the classic style of that canary style taxicab came to parachute through the fluttered rebuttal of the redden state, to proceed ahead. The back compartment packed full of half intoxicated rebellious adults. The girl in the middle finding apparent time to enhance her lips against the pinkish infused gloss. Puckering lips smacked against the balm before speaking up in a half arrogant fashion. City Hall Cabbie. The fragrant sway of the pine tree air freshener came to jest from either side of its hanging about the mirror. The rough exterior of the cab drivers hand came to bear hold to the churn of the handle. Putting the meter on, the taunt stench of body odor came to collect over his movement. He looked through the mirror with a simple nod to acknowledge the request. His hands manipulated the steering wheel to turn left. Whimpered beats of the blinker came to denounce the silence before the cars weight abandoned the one street to only adventure through another. The only reminder of the cars movements from ahead of the taxicab was that simple bobble head of a monkey holding an accordion.
Blanketing Night found avenue along the tangled web of flickering light tampering with the cities ambiance. Dissecting frolic of canary yellow cabs came to blister the asphalt, as they weaved their disarray in mangled speeds through the design of the roads. Over casted cumulous clouds boasted veil through the shards of captivating light, leaving only the notion of shadowed puppet theatre to gain access to the broad skyline. The crass harmonization of horns needled through the variety of mosaics of pedestrians attempting to cross at the cross walk. Viacoms large screen nested against the towers side, allowing blanketing commercials of Victorias secret ads plague over the needed airtime before the circulation of newscasts came to perform. A few people, stopping, to look up at Stone Phillips give introduction to the new interview heeding against the television network. As the night grew to labor against its full rein the temperature slowly decreased its value. Touched whimsical threads of chilled wind draped along the nights inhabitants.
Chipped cement lofting over rumbles of asphalt mixture came to burden the sidewalks of the fashionable city. Although the variety of entertainment pamphlets garden the boards of bus stops, one seems to pry forth through the multicolored neon papers. Myriad. Seemed to find presence against the sickness of have battered flyers. Tumbling turmoil forecasted its weight along each flyer as the Myriad pamphlet became liberated off the poster board. Circling against the theatrics portrayed along its contours. Twisting in a mirthful exploit through the branches of city roads before tumbling into a matted heap in front of the pizza parlor about five blocks down from city hall.
Slowly the classic style of that canary style taxicab came to parachute through the fluttered rebuttal of the redden state, to proceed ahead. The back compartment packed full of half intoxicated rebellious adults. The girl in the middle finding apparent time to enhance her lips against the pinkish infused gloss. Puckering lips smacked against the balm before speaking up in a half arrogant fashion. City Hall Cabbie. The fragrant sway of the pine tree air freshener came to jest from either side of its hanging about the mirror. The rough exterior of the cab drivers hand came to bear hold to the churn of the handle. Putting the meter on, the taunt stench of body odor came to collect over his movement. He looked through the mirror with a simple nod to acknowledge the request. His hands manipulated the steering wheel to turn left. Whimpered beats of the blinker came to denounce the silence before the cars weight abandoned the one street to only adventure through another. The only reminder of the cars movements from ahead of the taxicab was that simple bobble head of a monkey holding an accordion.