The city was simultaneously being constructed and destructed and entropy was in the ascendant. 

There is something primordial about being in a crowd all singing at the top of our lungs in unison.

 The streets were retaken by those we had discarded. 

The the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the end. 

 He slapped the phone from my hand, shouting "put that goddamn thing down and read some poetry!" 

Flapjack Pete could really put away the pancakes. 

She prayed there was an afterlife as the light went out of his eyes.