©27 August 2013
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.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
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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
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
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
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.