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
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
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
YOU and are not us.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.