GOBrot

chinzy engagements, rocked around the mouth like gobstoppers, generating waves of saliva that slosh like gushing effluvia down dripping echoey pipes to great tunnels removing them beneath.

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ROT

boulder of sugary sweet powder compacted , huge, overbearing, touch it and smell of clogging, cloying vapours consume spaces in nostrils, up to opthalmic nerves making mucal layer of eyes delicious sickly gobstoppers, rolling back into a skull crack packed with granulated and caster. Rub hands to remove layers of powdery boulder body, epidermic sebum creates paste inbetween fingers and around cuticles, likable but not desirable, left alone. Same hands grasp at craggy edges and faces, that break away at the first touch, burying feet in yellow, white, blue, pink dust clouds of essence rise up and make you cough, and taste skin, sweet skin, makes you gag and shake to break free, feet far away, coughing released more sick cliff, a land slide, a heavy thud-roar of a crevice created and breaking way, leaning over you, and coughing, scrambling now to escape but far, far too close. Eyes streaming syrup lines into the mouth creating mirangues in the stomach and lean back for lack of a direction to go and accept the crushing impact.

This land is dry powder and specs of fluid create clumps, that look like familiar shapes, the sky is white and so these are reverse clouds, but dark, and thick grainy, smearing as you tread on them.