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 day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
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
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.