Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
A Twinkie, four pretzels, a sandwich on rye--
He tossed all his cookies
And some say it's sinister
That all of it landed on Britain's Prime Minister...
Nice job there.
When I sing my song
about how we all belong
I know we can't go wrong
because it makes me feel so strong.
Another good example of the sort of thing I see in the slush. Gack!
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Thank you for listening to my song. No one else wanted to.
Here's a question:
When you have to read "song-get-along" gak in the slush, does it make you more or less favorably disposed to any decent thing you read after it? =)
Overexposure to slush manifests itself in two possible symptoms. Either you develop an active phobia of slush, or it melts your brain. I've experienced both. In the melting-your-brain scenario, you become more likely to fall in love with otherwise awful manuscripts simply because the writer was able to use grammer or correctly placed a semicolon. This is known as "slush euphoria," and is a sign of an impending breakdown.
Once in a previous life, I had to read slush. After a few months, it began to affect my grammar, punctuation, and spelling. Ever happen to you? Do you worry that it might?
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