For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
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
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
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
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.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
