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Artemia Salina

A thick liquid fingernail, resting on air conditioned scraps of leather, arranged in triangles. A failed pancake tube, tinted celery-heart green, at sunrize. Snaking translucent jelly umbilical, threading its way through windblown tufts of dried desert grass. Maliable penny-loafer Bill, mumbling nonsense through a crack, with plaster dust elocution. Mandible cleanser for a hired gun, I gag at rat pussy.