here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) September 13, 2013
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
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
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet