I shall move to Pelican Key where I will only eat shrimp until I, too, turn pink like a flamingo.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Snow Bird
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry
Poetry and Commentary that Smells
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry
Poetry and Commentary that Smells
I shall move to Pelican Key where I will only eat shrimp until I, too, turn pink like a flamingo.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Artists & writers only exist because the world is not perfect.
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
A Literary Notebook - Since 2007
Imagination, is the art that runs the world, in Reality and Dreams.
Every soul loves soul music
Craig Bingham
Live While You Can
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GALERIA DE L'AUTOR. Especialitzat en paisatges de Catalunya i Andorra. Retoc d'imatges i creativitat.
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Thoughts on art and language
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Photographer in Stockholm, Sweden
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
Good luck with that! If I’d move to Pelican Key, I’d turn pink from the sun.
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Haha. That’s likely to happen too.
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Sounds so good to me about now!
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Brilliant!
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Thanks very much.
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You’re so welcome!
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