8 Aug 2013
(2013)
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
YOU and are not us.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
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.
