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

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.

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

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

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

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

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

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

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winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction