I'm stuck in that thaffic. Big city, the smog and a vanity. How much money do you have ? That question of ability.
All run everyday, everywhere with non stopping. Big rush, fast stream of the cars. The lords of ambitions. The diplomats of richness.
Just money, just money they screaming to me. We running, we running. We'll do everything to get that award. We never can't stop. We're quick like a lizards.
A megalopolis sucked all energy from us. We're exhausted completely. Please help us. They faces screaming to me.
I would, I wish. But I can't. It is your choice. Life for the things they aren't produce. Life for the things it's they appanage.