1. 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
  2. ironically speaking, language, senses & actions work simultaneously
  3. the ants are marching towards the gloomy waters in the midnighted Parisian platforms.
  4. the golden moments of the stories in the cherishing building skills are multi-cultural divides in the sublimity of the sub-limits.
  5. the new revolutions of the edging clouds begin in the rootless clots of the no-point zone.
  6. never read such governing texts in inclusion and in diversity.
  7. ever be growing in the growth of the refreshing mornings awakening quietness.