So, from Hot Dog to Mount Fuji we are now on a train of thought that leads to the direction of the pointing to a global treasure of Green House Gases — commonly referred to as the air we breathe, that resides within Jaque Cousteau’s mighty Davy Jone’s locker.

So, from hot dog > ketchup > tomato sauce > spaghetti > Italian food > nationalities > countries > Japan > to Japan’s massive mountain FUJI. What does all this leave you with our dutiful interstitialality? Ketchup on spaghetti, instead of tomato sauce because it’s on Italian food, that is served by Japanese nationals, because Italian food is the name of a country on top of Mount Fuji. There is a lot of cohesion in the odd thoughts that lead to other thoughts.

Sometimes everything comes together a little better and much more clear than anything that has done things like the opposite of what most think at any of regular or odd times. So from a mootness of mediocrity to the slums of a steadfastly named settlement at base of the roots of evil of monetary nature, stream of consciousness consumes us all. Die a nice life Manuel Rodriguez.