The Flavour of Green Tea Over Rice

Relaxing excursion convivial break exotic dispersal elastic filiblust, campfire calibration seasoning salts magnanimous muddle rejuvenut bath. 

Imposing dialogue informal chat catty charisma bold independence, atemporal misgivings eternal qualms disengaged impertinence freeform infusion.

Standardized nutrients neophyte nestle cozy conception laidback latitude, down-to-earth domicile unwound domesticity lightning Jack jingle-jang adept vacillation. 

Consistent composed calisthenic complementary constituent chex dissolved declamation, readymade robust flexible convenience auspicious quotient propitious drive.

Dismissive dachshund querulous cosign indisposed floater accolade anchor, extracurricular mingling magpies extraneous augers vigilant vows. 

Concrete compression abstract illusion synthetic soluble exhaustive grove, burgundy bannock prevalent diphthong jeremiad junction jocose discretion. 

Incorrigible stamina inveterate votive brazen bombast fortuitous fathoms, interminable grumble gargantuan hoodwink styrofoam flange formica magnum. 

Molten mimosanguine cherubimplosion decadent parlance cynosure snuggle, sedulous saccharine sinuous stature old fashioned broth intuitive scripture. 

Cuneiform creed archaic lime insolent belfry chatterboxspring, prosaic ineptitude stigmata blossom roseate reticence laconic luge. 

Honest deciduous bay leaf honeysuckle saturnine rings ineffable clemency, sandlot satyari engrained oscillation undulating embers swamplified soda.

Varmint Venetian vestibule vestige ricochet reverie armadanone, esophagus intel eccentric enigma storytime stealth narrative nurture.

Piggybank formulae catatoned down comatotiose slumber grouchy siesta, tourniquet traction inductive dalliance interactive construct innocent chime.

With the definitive closure of the cinema, a struggling marriage is saved.

Not to be critiqued and lambasted. 

Keen dissemination. 

Charitable reckoning. 

*I can't eat rice. Keto diet.     

La Ronde

Consistency and balance, an irregular routine effectively embracing artistic showcases, athletic endeavours proactively brokering a solid foundation of limitless trust.

Co-habitation indeed somewhat peculiar in/organic rules and regulations confounding, inevitable variation in the iron clad codes atypically reworking unfettered remonstrances. 

Celebrated conventions oddly tempting newfound adherences to uncanny customs, traditionally upheld by bewildering agents seemingly expressing neither contempt nor grace.

A litany of tools and corresponding professionals intricately available to offer counsel, the idyllic narrative at times tempestuous immaculately overflowing with residual flare.

Should experiment heuristically arise the emergent novelty may generate freedom, although euphoria may not exultantly be the only characteristic to soulfully mediate. 

Like an amusement park ride thrillingly facilitating chaotic ups and downs miraculous prizes, exceptional variety collectively assembled through ludicrous recourse invigorates dreams. 

To stick to the trusted and time honoured artistry the definitive form that brought about so much bustle, I've listened to every Chuck Berry album and I've never heard one that I wanted to soften.

How to make things last for a lifetime how to perpetually reignite the flame, or simply bask in its reliable glow without envy or worry or greed or want?

The single life has significant benefits you can do what you want when you have free time, when I think of all the time I efficiently wasted doing things I didn't want to do I cringe with sadness.

But you don't gain the conversational skills you otherwise would if you had a partner, and there's a slew of situations and potentialities you'll never recognize unless you find them in books.

Not the most advanced dialogue I've ever found in a fortuitous film (the poet has some good lines though).

But it may have indeed been imaginatively groundbreaking in terms of metaconventions way back when. 

Criterion keyword: frivolous.

Days of Thunder

One thing I never really got into was car racing.

I remember the first time I watched a car race on old school television in my youth, and I wasn't that interested in the material, and became nervous when 2 of the brothers present started brawling, it was an awkward day, but still memorable to say the least.

Cars just never jived with me, although they are certainly a convenient mode of transportation, and a significant component of many postmodern economies, and if not dangerous and illegal, it would be fun to drive fast.

Reason and logic eventually came to their aid as I rationally considered their universal value, and when not living in the city they are arguably essential, although I have spent countryside months strictly travelling by foot, bike, and kayak.

I also rather enjoyed Grand Prix Weekend in Montréal, although to be honest I wasn't that interested in the race. It did bring thousands of people to the city however and gave it a unique flair that caught my eye, the lauded difference even if somewhat opulent still impressively stuck out in the urban landscape.

Days of Thunder has a notable cast that efficiently keeps it real throughout the film, challenging one another and falling in love as respect is given to the race car industry.

A sequel could effectively diversify the latent material emergent in the original, using contemporary storytelling techniques to multidimensionally intensify the initial feature.

These films may have remarkable value thousands of years later after fossil fuels run out, and we lament that we never invested in alternative energies before worldwide chaos ensued.

Legends of planes and automobiles will no doubt persist for painstaking centuries, but will they endure for competitive millennia?, that is difficult to accurately predict.

As a model to aid such farfetched calculations we can evaluate the logical merit of anthropological studies, and theorize regarding how accurate they reflect the ancient past in terms of distinct reasonability.

But if everything is forgotten or narratively mutated through imagination, and DVD technology is one day re-created in the future, Days of Thunder would no doubt present something ancient yet futuristic to baffled theoreticians of old school mindsets. 

It would offer definitive proof that at one time human beings drove mechanized beasts at lightning quick speeds.

Many other sports may still be around.

But race car driving will require the Legend.

Clockwatchers

What to expect when finally deciding to join the local workforce?

With an unsustainable temp position.

And no knowledge of office politics.

It must seem strange indeed to suddenly enter the bureaucratic vortex, wherein which copies and pencil pushing generate austere glib efficiencies. 

Should one not know what to do many others will gladly make things more confusing, as multivariable personalities dramatically claim they understand everything.

As the contradictions abound try not to seek out rational cohesion, but rather take each enigmatic exchange as an objective lesson in awkward composure.

Getting noticed - doing something well - may lead to widespread jealousy, even if it's something accidental that you naturally do without thinking.

Beware the ides of smalltalk with people with whom you have nothing in common.

Who write you up accordingly.

Even though you like to work. 

Clockwatchers follows timid Iris as she embraces office space, and makes friends with the other temp workers bewilderingly engaged within the labyrinth.

The lack of a definitive playbook and the inconsistent interactive exchanges, have encouraged latent entropy which oddly accentuates the mentorship.

The one clear regulation involves traditional hierarchical order, or when someone higher up in the chain makes a reasonable request, it's best to try to accommodate them.

Are they Broncos fans, do they like the NHL, do they read books, do they still watch movies, no they likely have families and that's all there is to talk about!

Clockwatchers examines the lack of stability generally associated with temp work, and the unfortunate frustrations which eventually arise from the drastic uncertainty. 

It's even worse with unpaid internships which shouldn't be legal in my opinion. To turn one into a job, meticulously say the congenial right thing even if you haven't the slightest.

Try to keep busy, he's working too hard.

Go with the flow, he lacks ambition.

Aloofly acculturate, he doesn't know what to do.

Embrace friendship, he's always kissing up. 

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