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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. Short Saxons speak sickening sentences in soprano sounds, but snooping stigmas saw stupid sharks sitting in South America's shirt. Shoulders slapping side by side, small and sinister; sleepy and shrill. Sleek sunshine strokes soft, spiked skin, sucking the sweet sinew; simply sowing spicy seeds steadily while sliding to shelter. Spots and scrapes split my sleeve as I skip to the sanctuary surging to the sky.
I subversive you.
I subversive you.