(2013)
© April 7
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
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
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
