Author: Michelle C. Basey

Hey, How’s It Goin?

I find your lack of lack quite full filling. Kind of like the math symbol for colored wigs. You must sneak in on the savvy omnipresent. They always …

Hey, How’s It Goin?

The stream flows by and so are you. The sun is sky and so is blue. Transcendence, won’t you come out to play? Lost in song where is the day headed this day? We shan’t not know until the go. It is time.

The time of the day when we …

Hey, How’s It Goin?

When all the waters end up in the diligent way to run without any shoes because when there isn’t an underpinning lodged after rifting the long way home. If it’s shiny, it’s …

Hey, How’s It Goin?

Oh how delightful! I just wrote you a poem. Here you go!

I’m sure you can see how this is beneficial to our corporation. There is great angst in the plaza when it’s green. They are key to your survival on this faulty equipment and paste letters that do not bore you with the math and morph all things mean on this planet. Even the monkey’s think golden voices and …