No swallows twitter in the sky. Here is the symbol of a blue bird with poised wings but can't fly.
The same bird that meets your eyes whenever you visit this site.
It can't sing. It's static. It's the epitome of sophistication and progress. New to this adventure?
You are behind, regrettably behind!

Luckily Keats and Shelley don't belong to our era or they would have bitterly wept.

Everyone loves this lifeless bird but it can twitter. A miracle. In
this playing-ground there's infinite space for the bored, idle and disillusioned to meet in order to twitter. No restriction. Everything is allowed.

Twitter in the morning, twitter in the afternoon, twitter at night. It's free. You will be noticed. It'll make you happy.

The magic word. The Open Sesame to a Brave New World.

Even when you are dead and gone, the rest of the world won't miss you as everyone will continue happily to twitter. Life would still be good and could even be better.