I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

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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.

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

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

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

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