This is without reason or artistic constraint, the coolest fox in the portals.
The sheer brilliance of Bluefox cannot be summed in simple words. No, this takes a dogma of declaration.
His high vibe sheers shavings of pure excellence and float like dust in the wind, carried by a valkyrie greek compass streams and dissipate into the highest form of atmospheric awesomeness.
Wherever he walks, all the sunlight follows
Whenever he jumps, the earth stands still
Whatever he eats, his shit becomes gold
Whoever he fives, shall feel god's touch
Why he does this? No one questions.
He needs no home, no car, no style
But graffiti block, trash can and a bike wheel tire.