- Gamerfreak55
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"Spilling down the luminescent lanes, the taxi fishes of the night, tremulous... the metropolis burns with incandescent energy and with the noiseless and the noiseniks; sulphur burns and satin turns, roundabouts and wristwatched eyes, bars, clamorous, and silver showers like supernovas hold forth. Lovers embrace. The city turns to its side of the bed. The burnished and the burials. The London werewolves and the ceremonials. Urns, dirunals. Nocturnals.
The dreadful hours yet to come."
im a 12 yr old and wat is this