On the Road

That was the picture. I wish there were glasses for sentences and toasts rather than plates, knives and forks and that Lisa was wearing shades reading a book. Looked like a mystery unraveling in a world I could never comprehend but had to try to establish contact in order to distribute. There was a degree of satisfaction with their contrariety, oh no love your aren't alone, made them care without concerns for profit, minimalist sentiments ideally nurtured. Something anyways, something was required for this bit's theme which came to be as we conducted research and symphonically recast our motivations in a thesis. We remain committed to the forecast as we must and I must therefore predict potential outcomes for foreign affairs, being an integral component of our expansion which we fortunately have the wherewithal to cultivate. The poetical content is expected to fluctuate as it determines a location from which it can sprout externally. Absence becoming presence while the melancholy confounds my dreams in wandering days moreover.