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Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
YOU and are not us.
