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
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
YOU and are not us.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves