psychodelic
Microwaves
Endless Parking Lots
Strip Malls
Formica surfaces
Plastic Wrap
Fake Plants
Auto parts
Popsicle Sticks Littering The Ground Of A National Park
America
"Hey you can't go in there, jackass," said the lady with the gruff voice, as our man attempted to enter the rear entrance to the brothel.
The man could have been polite and merely referred to the lady's mustache as whiskers, but he had just finished up a bad day at work.
The table never was very pleasant looking, but that didn't seem to matter now that it was smashed into a million pieces amongst large piles of rubble. The storm didn't seem to care what houses it knocked down; poor houses, rich houses, happy houses, sad houses. It just didn't matter.