Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry
Poetry and Commentary that Smells
A cow covered with hundreds of mouth-like lesions each containing a tongue that lovingly licks my ear - tells me all the black lies I desperately want to hear; a massive udder with hundreds of mottled leathery teats and I suck the sour milk. Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Poetry, Plays, Prose and Song by Ana Daksina
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Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
Lettura racconti gratis - Free reading of novels
Everybody has a story. Here's a little of mine.
Quando si ama si dona
Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
the literary asylum
Art, health, civilizations, photography, nature, books, recipes, etc.
Photographer obsessed with water, and with taking photos.
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
A learner for life….wants to live fully….destination matter so does the journey…every movement to feel alive…and die with peace in eyes…being me…
Li - teratura
Silver and gold are good to the world
POETRY, RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT....
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
Wow. Disgusting. Well done!
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A cow – breaking wind
And the universe awaits
Your conclusion.
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