Wednesday, June 24, 2015


Twirly swirling snakes shot across the room, dipping up and down as they went in a wavy movement that was pleasing to my eyeballs. I had to huddle down in the bed, warm and toasty like, to make sure I was not splackacked by one of these flying snakes that jettisoned all around the place. They seemed as if floating in liquid, but they were free levitating on the air above me. Had my atmosphere been thickened like cream? Was it sour cream? Fighting my way out of a room full of sour cream would be an utmost challenge.

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