Twitter, por Johnston, Bill D.

Twitter

here is where we chirp,
written lines known as tweeting-
compressed ideas
— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) September 13, 2013

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

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

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.

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

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

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

zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes

She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.

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

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