There's a funny thing about life. All of us begin with certain goals but sooner or later life takes over and some of those goals end up on the cutting room floor. A floor littered with dreams like so much celluloid. Most of the time when you're expecting things to turn out a certain way they inexplicably result in a way that is not wholly different, but more so a manner that nearly defies belief. Here's to dipping your toe in cultural backwater! In all manner of connectivity we can assume there is a certain amount of transetory belief that each of us gives up in order to attain even the barest bit of gratitude towards one's own instinct. And what would be the point if not? How would be the way that they care?
And it's this belief that seems to challenge us with a vast network of inter-multitude. This is when the time comes to buckle down and make way for the contradictory bullishness of an even-steven nature. No matter that your wish was to purchase the one with the hard top or even make it faster than you could invision. From your fondest memory to the days when you'd run and sun and then you'd do the deals that you did when you had the time to do them like the good old days that you had not so long ago. The whole thing is a revolvatory circle end on end rotating and twirling.
..I live here:
