I'm slim, baby, caramelized as a Slo-Poke buried in the fatty acids of some old dog's guts. The way they creep, frantic with finesse, free, locking their eyes in the dental mirror. It's wrong, maybe, but who'd dare to declaw them? Look at it from their angle, the one that drags the back molar into view. Like the beach after the latest storm, all those shiny bulbous things nobody ever went fishing for, that the sea kept trying to hide. I'm malnutrition, sweetheart. Let me permeate you.
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"Look at it from their angle, the one that drags the back molar into view." so odd and original from the Mars of good.
Very creepy and cool. Love the "Slo-Poke buried in the fatty acids of some old dog's guts."
Thanks, guys!
All y'all working so economically. Very impressive.
I'm not really economical. I just can't think of more words.
"I'm malnutrition, sweetheart. Let me permeate you."
great writing/ speed and music *
I enjoyed this a lot, Coop! So very little words that say so very much.
Fave.
Seductive in a strange way. It feels like something you're not supossed to have, so you want it more.
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Thanks, Bobbi, Robert, Susan. So glad you liked it. It's always cool, too, to see how a set of words hits other readers.
Cooper,
I loved this!!! Whacked out original!!! Great! *****
wow!
Thanks, Tantra!