and I shall wear mine with pride.

Flowerpot No longer has the vapours thanks to DTH

Bent double, like old periwinkles under rocks,
Knock-pseudopods, coughing like anenomes, we cursed through sand,
Till on the haunting waves we turned our shells
And towards our distant reef began to slime.
Whelks marched asleep. Many had lost their eyestalks
But slimed on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the bubbling
Of tired, outstripped oysters that dropped behind.

Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole

i moved from Hastings (BEST WHELKS IN THE WORLD) to the hague in holland and have discovered that whelks don't exist over here, i've been hard-pressed to even find someone who knows what they translate as.
It's sickening.

Just Flange

but it's important that Whelks have their own day!

bilbobarneybobs I'll be 14 in b3ta years soon.

Cone on! More People!

bilbobarneybobs I'll be 14 in b3ta years soon.

But who thinks of the barnacles, that's what I want to know? And the limpets that stayed on the shore, waiting?

flatfrog Staring vacantly into space

and at Wigan Pier, we will remember them.

Geoff the Clownfish You know Myra, some people might think you're cute

and I'm spending the rest of it wet and ready for action.

Never forget!

Jessie © needs pirate name suggestions

I bet that tastes salty!
:D

ClanSoul