I poured salt on a large slug.
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I watched how the slug writhed and squirmed.
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It tried to escape me and my burning salt.
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The slug made no sound.
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But I'm sure if I were turned inside out and dipped in salt, I would scream.
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I remember how the slug glistened and resperated...
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Until I put the salt on it.
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And how it tried to get away secreting a yellowish green mucus
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In great quantities that bubbled slightly.
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My fascination turned to revolution as the slug writhed and tossed from side to side
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Secreting even more yellow green mucus to try and beat the salt.
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It was a losing battle for the slug.
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'Cause when it had succeeded in rubbing some of the salt off with great effort
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I would simply turn the salt shaker on the slug again and start over.
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Eventually I got bored and left the slug still writhing in vain
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Trying to get free of the salt that eventually sucked the slug dry.
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Later I imagined that my whole body was a tongue and I was dipped in salt...
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Salt On A Slug
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| Black Flag |
