Jazz on Wednesday is suddenly a big thing in my life. Jazz was in my thoughts for hours on Thursday evening and in my dreams overnight. Jazz might be available again today on Friday, so I have to get ready. Jazz in August only perked my interest. Jazz on Wednesday made me damenta phrenas himero. Jazz is iridescently blue like me, not brown or hazel. Jazz has laid down the cosmic challenge, and I accept it. Jazz is laBayadere, and I am le Barboso. Jazz and Jasmine always travel together, one a song and the other a flower. Jazz wins out, no Trump. I gotta find Ace and ask him how to play my cards. Jazz presents a concerto so unbelievable that I must deconcatenate Coffee and Ice Cream and all the associated paraphernalia. Jazz probably needs some kind of sign like a white flag of surrender, which means we've got pool in River City. Jazz might be more a phenomenon of Traumdeutung than IRL. Jazz deserves Farbebekennung. Jazz me up Scotty, there is no intelligent way out of this situation. Jazz poses the answer, not the question. Jazz teaches me novus modus vivendi et novus modus amandi. Jazz is all that matters.