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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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