here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet