Rain in the morning, dreams at dawn. How people change into giants, into assholes. Red Line damp crowded running late slow breakfast less. Grey windows grey boxes grey floors. Warehouse heaves with burly workers. Stop stop and you go go go go. These songs are not a good sign. Too many boxes too many carts too many green sticky dots. Lunchtime rice squid basil rain. Happy morons on bikes and girls and boys. Influx of money and assholes. Good for business, goodbye parking. Rain in the afternoon. Necco tower, wet cranes. Over Metro Rage Warehouse clouds lift, settle. Pru still hidden. It stays with you like those dreams.
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