In my sleep last night (or in half-awake state) I was writing a poem called "Snow Clone." For explanation of the term, see Agoraphilia. A snow cone is a formulaic phrase like "x is the new y," or "[name of poet] is like [name of poet] on [name of drug]." Anyway, my poem was divided into multiple sections, each of which was based on one of these "snow clones."

I can't remember any lines from it.