(2013)
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
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.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
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
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
