Sometimes I snorkel in a sea of snot. I see superficial submarines staring starkly at Snickers bars, while soiled saps sing stories at soirees. I snap my sarcophagus snidely at sticky shrubs, sending them swirling into starry spittle. Shriek! Shout, scream in a southwesternly soup. Silly silken spiders silently spin a snakey snarled skein.
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