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

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

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

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

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

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

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

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

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.

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.