(2014)
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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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
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
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.
