Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I can alliterate.

Slowly but surely, the slovenly student sitting next to me slurps snot skyward, sneaking slimy, slithering, snot-slugs surreptitiously to his sinuses.

No really, it's gross. Get a Kleenex.

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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson