- The un-untexed mornings: the coins of the chained hopes for the dawn of the viles drowned in the veins on the rails upon the skins of the nighted fools
- ironically speaking, language, senses & actions work simultaneously
- the ants are marching towards the gloomy waters in the midnighted Parisian platforms.
- the golden moments of the stories in the cherishing building skills are multi-cultural divides in the sublimity of the sub-limits.
- the new revolutions of the edging clouds begin in the rootless clots of the no-point zone.
- never read such governing texts in inclusion and in diversity.
- ever be growing in the growth of the refreshing mornings awakening quietness.