Category: pinkybinks
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Baaarrrr II – The Purpose of Sheep
A poet. Yes with a King Charles spaniel and up-lighters. Market stalls and wondering dick heads at chav night. Fuck you. Sun a March born miracle. Now gone split glimmer of bright light. Motorway, Anticipation and cherish like yesterday pluss. I see them again. Tiny sheep, furry birdies, #babysheepflesh, As one would expect as we…
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The Sculpture The End: Moments From Masters
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Mahatma Minogue! Gandhiji Meets Kylie in Collage!
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Lost Post: Bang Bang
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India in Technicolor
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The Assembly Line of Death
I have been a vegetarian now for almost twenty years. I would never disrespect people for eating animals, however we as the human race need to make some changes to the way we eat. Earth is suffering not only because of greed and convenience but because of an unhealthy obsession or lust for meat. The Chinese’s obsession with…
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Birds in Vests
Powder, White, Laying on twigs, Invading tiny nests, Frozen wings, The birds need vests, When feathers fail.
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Like Thoughtful Meat
Where is spring? Sunset holds the breath, Where are days watching light orbit earth? Gone the orb, the cusp of heartbreak. . Positivity clawing from black, An impossibility it’s true, Remaining powerless, Like thoughtful meat.
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Haunted All the Way By You
. One hundred million degrees below freezing, And Natasha buttoning up her eyes, Clap clap. . Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy, As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise; Fingers crossed. . As routine marsupials splash with vigor, Running like cats away from litter. . Winter pallet shifts a tone…
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Lost Post: Kalaw to The Temples of Bagan
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Beautiful Winter Seascapes
PinkyBinks 
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