a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

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

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

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

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

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

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

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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.

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

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

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.