To all who need a living wage.
(2014)
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
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
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
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.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
YOU and are not us.