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

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

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

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

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

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

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

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.

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

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

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