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Bullock's orioles, namer cred, for which I spare no intentional attention to find the namer's bio, or even spend much time wondering why men with names like Bullock need the degree of fame, there must be a spectrum, of fame, or worth, a curve on an xy flatness depicting data points of value, this to that, high from low, long or short here nor there, today the birds are being curioser and kurio-ish, as if playing a role in my reality, this one with you as dear reader the life force pulling lines from -- Marcus Aurelius and C. G. Jung (in his waning days) -- influencive words from men at leisure -- to constitute a self -- aware of you, dear reader, without you, no word believes itself, per se, beautiful for no intended reason. Ask that yellow fellow, sipping sugar water, why are you so beautiful. He takes no pride in saying, I am a Bullock's Oriole.
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
A yellow bird
Bullock's orioles, namer cred, for which I spare no intentional attention to find the namer's bio, or even spend much time wondering why men with names like Bullock need the degree of fame, there must be a spectrum, of fame, or worth, a curve on an xy flatness depicting data points of value, this to that, high from low, long or short here nor there, today the birds are being curioser and kurio-ish, as if playing a role in my reality, this one with you as dear reader the life force pulling lines from -- Marcus Aurelius and C. G. Jung (in his waning days) -- influencive words from men at leisure -- to constitute a self -- aware of you, dear reader, without you, no word believes itself, per se, beautiful for no intended reason. Ask that yellow fellow, sipping sugar water, why are you so beautiful. He takes no pride in saying, I am a Bullock's Oriole.
A morning spent well. As far as I can tell.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
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