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

here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

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

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

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

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

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

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

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

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

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

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