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

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

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

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

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

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.

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

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

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

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

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