end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

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

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

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

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

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

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

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

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

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

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