In the sleepy sandwichlike pillow, I drank from your hooded sandwichface. 
Drank salty tears of dread locks. Giant squid have salty beaks like fingernails, sandwiches. 
Suckers, yes, make ploppy contact with your face. My tushy squeaks loudly underwater when
the poison sound fires, I float ahead like steam milkshakes. Giant Man. Heaving softly 
within deep silencewater. Combo-fart me. Combine lamps with this lamp and shove them around your face, like squash when
squash gets old. You're cute, saladmaker! Hey, Cambio, take me into other sleepsandwiches. Never netflix the seesaw; 
it's fat enough so we can't ever sit there smack. Asses quitting the race, never win with pleasure unto darkness.