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.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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