Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry
Poetry and Commentary that Smells
It was the eighth shopping day before Santa jumps in his sleigh and sprints around the world on a trip fueled by meth and cocaine stealing my cookies and all the acclaim for the gifts I bought using a card I will no longer be allowed to retain. Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
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....
essays, poems, cartoons - since 2007
"Life past, present, thoughts about the future, and ever changing world."
"We must bring our own light to the darkness nobody is going to do it for us" Bukowski
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
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