Blueberries! Blueberries! Not wheelbarrows, but same jaw smack!

I try to make a circle but it's a smashed blueberry on my face.

There are different types of blueberries on this planet, which is round and blue (hint! Squirtgun!)

Some blueberries can be found in grocery stores, and are excessively sweet and somewhat artificial. A lot of people have this type of blueberries.

Some people have garbage cans in every single room of their house, so they feel less guilty about tossing aside continents. These are the people who own sweet, sickly blueberries, with pesticide on them. They don't taste the pesticide because they don't play in dirt.

These people have excessively sweet blueberries. Almost p...never mind.

Other blueberries are the right kind. The kind I like anyway. They're kind of sweet, but they're more subtle and long-lasting. A perfect mixture of honey sweetness, sugary flavor, anti-oxidents of course, if I spelled that right. I F I N ! Y O .

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^that's the shape of a blueberry.

The shape of a small blueberry is this: .

Some types of blueberries are shaped like those. The good types.

Smushed blueberries are shaped like this: |

Big blueberries are shaped like this

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If you could see all the places you've been and your body occupied all those spaces simultaneously, you could still find little blueberries (the good kind!) hidden in obscure corners of your life. Space you never occupied. That doesn't really make sense, but that's okay because I'm not using my thumb.

But then again, if blueberries come to those who seek them out, what's the deal with that guy who bought one shoe????

My metaphor has beached itself upon the shore. It is now cooking in the hot sun in the hot sand on a hot beach on the shore of the biggest blueberry in the known Universe (hint! shoelaces!).

Yehp. Failed metaphor.

Blueberries are round, perfectly round circles, and they're precious.

I try to make a circle but it's a smashed blueberry on my face.