here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) September 13, 2013
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
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
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.