Pixie Dust – Best Recipe ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
1 grated dragon’s beard
2 rays from the sun
A premonition
A flash in the pan
The toxin from a blade of indigo grass
Bake at 425C for 1 hour & crush while dreaming.
Sep 7, 2021
Wrong Way
Let’s drive through the night, you and me, babe – top down, lights off, going the wrong way. Red and blue behind us, twisting road ahead. Sure am happy we filled the gas tank before you shot that guy dead.
Sep 6, 2021
Lobby
I died from a heart attack & they brought me back. For anyone who’s hoping for heaven or whatever, don’t hold your breath. Death is boring, like waiting around in a lobby, watching the world go by. That’s why everyone comes down here in the first place.
Sep 5, 2021
Desert
10 loyal dogs take me through the frozen desert – a freezing, white wasteland. Thoughts of camp, food & shelter, numb my senses. Leader’s trapped in a crevasse. It’s too cold. I can’t get him out. He howls in fear & pain as I get back on the sled & shout, “Mush!”
Sep 4, 2021
Broken
Day 89
Got back to the galleon, though she’s broken & dashed upon the rocks. Two mermen came up on the sands, gasping. Put a musket ball in them for going at our bullion again. It’s safe now, buried. Whosoever finds this map, be you also cursed by the men of the deep.
Sep 3, 2021
Shock
Imagine my shock when I opened my eyes and realized that my entire life – my days as a schoolboy, my wife and family, my career – were an illusion. I congratulated the dream-artist on her historic achievement and began to cry.
Sep 2, 2021
Crystal Balls
My wife’s a psychic – not the fake kind with crystal balls and smoke machines. She’s the real deal. The day we met, she told me about my great aunt who’s dead, my lucky numbers, and what coincidence meant. Then, she cast a spell so I’d love her… but I already did.
Sep 1, 2021
Drift
What is time when you drift alone through the cosmos – a simple seed, an artifact from afar? What is dark and what is bright until the light of a burning star? There’s a planet, number 3, stone and water. I’ll go there and start all over.
Aug 31, 2021
Secrets
Quiet
Whispers
Seep
Secrets
Aug 31, 2021
Flying
Sometimes, I dream that I’m a bird – a fish in my beak, wings out. I take an air current to the highest heights & speed back down toward the ground. In real life, I’m scared of flying. I live on the seventh floor & when I peek out the window, I get vertigo.
Aug 30, 2021
