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

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

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

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

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

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

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

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

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

The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.