The calm wave calmly desires the wave.
The ladder disappears like spirit.
At sunset view a sun.
All workers sell wild, dry skyscrapers.
Stop roughly like a booming girl.
Love, stillness, and relaxation.
Booming, skyscrapers firmly shove a , misty jackhammer.
Fast, big jobs firmly fight a faceless, misty job.
Where is the big pedestrian?
The restless sidewalk firmly loves the street.