Join Blue Jay in saying Holy Shit!!! with finely-wrought exclamation points!!! (three at the very least). [One exclamation point don't say shit, two exclamation points is poetry served to monks]. Blue Jays have to be poets because NASDAQ has never heard one. You remember that time when you remember that time? Blue Jay explodes that. Now is what today is about before you forget the words. Words last mere seconds until bungled, changing to assertions of primate primacy, and lo, horizons shrink forthwith. So today becomes alert and even 'now' by virtue of, word up. Blue jay spent some gainsay of the votive vocal pellet of available instance available only in the present now, not the one manufactured at convenience. Blue flashes of inconvenience, tippy spacing of something from else, the wild of life listening: kicking currency to the end zone voice of landscape boss and believer. You heard it, you know. Blue register high life fromage.
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