(2013)
© 4 June 2o13
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
YOU and are not us.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
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 huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
