Beside the Promenade

The fire in their hearts sm[o]ldered to mutilation, and I watched it from the fire escape. I literally saw everything, it was an afternoon of clarity. So all the animals got really scared in unison. It sounded quite heinous, as animals yelp at different pitches. A tint here, a slap and a dab there, a few goodfellas wherever the lovely ladies were hiding upstairs. Everyone was about sixteen 'cept the late summer babies. All the chaperones had driven pastel-colored Cadillacs down the road in front of the city centre, the towl hall - beside the bell tower, where the future socialites had their first co-ed dance - to drop their packages onto the streettop.

Sitting....over there, next to the fire, I heard something real Classical come heat-seeksliding through the satellite bases into my ears. So I turned to it and paid it its due attention. Overloss post-syndrome - arrowshot hits the board but bullseye umbrella held by the Caribbean pirates. Slip me a crystal, I cried out. The tall man with the dark black hair leaned over and breathed a mighty salt-water breath: fffuuuaaahh. So, dignified.