©27 August 2013
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
YOU and are not us.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
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
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
