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I am the slime oozing out from your TV set. You will obey me while I lead you, and eat the garbage while I feed you.
Mouldy blanket? ALBUS
It's OAT-freaking-MEAL!
Pooley hunched closer to his pint. 'A pox on it all,' said he. 'The Swan packed full of these idiots, old Soap flushed away round the proverbial S-bend and Cowboy Night looming up before us with about as much promise as the coming of Ragnorok!
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
My mouth blooms like a cut.
MAN 1: I'm hungry.
MAN 2: Me too. Hey, I found a rock with a snot in it. I was thinking of eating it.
MAN 1: Um, okay. Go ahead.
MAN 2: (slurps up the oyster)
MAN 1: What does it taste like?
MAN 2: Pneumonia.
I feel like I'm a big human snot.
It was a flaking scab on a fleshy field of neglect.
Some people take all the pain they've been knowing their whole life and pack it down inside them where it festers, oozing pus. Gangrene of the soul. That sore then becomes them. It's what bubbles up. You can smell it.
A pox on all meads!
in mushy, wet oatmeal. "Are
Please don't assault me with that meat amalgam. It would surely cause infection
He hissed upon seeing the oozing cuts and gouges.
Cheese, where you takes liquid from a cow lady's business parts, mix it with a bit o' juices from a baby cow's fourth stomach and then let it grow all fuzzy-moldy for a few years, eh?
Once you go bacterial, you never go back....
Weese was sprawled across the cobbles, his throat a red ruin, eyes gaping sightlessly up at a bank of grey cloud.
Haesten.
If this world ever contained one worthless, treacherous slime-coated piece of human dung then it was Haesten.
Nurse, it was I who discovered that leeches have red blood.[]On his deathbed when the nurse came to apply leeches
You greasy shit stain on a diseased elk's warty asshole.
The material came bubbling up inside like a geyser or an oil gusher. It streamed up of its own accord, down my arm and out of my fountain pen in a torrent of six thousand words a day.
a sour lozenge on my tongue.
Who are you, who is so wise in the way of alien fungus?
Albumen, and made other foul-smelling things into
bloody nose. Fred,
If you think you are a vile slime, that means that you aspire to something higher ... It's because you have a sense of perfection, and you obviously want that, that you find something wrong.
A Zombie. Okay. Whew. All right.
A most malicious cough
The blood inside her hands hurt and felt slushy, like if you tore them open it'd look like a red ICEE.
my eye lest I be invaded by
A germ of religious exaltation, no bigger than a mustard seed.
Black seeds spill like clusters of eyes, wet and crying.
You have to eat oatmeal or you'll dry up. Anybody knows that.
Eggnog reminds me of mucus."
"Me, too. But in a good way.
There wouldn't be no grime without me.
Neatly at its foot, a gauze. I hear her gargling in the bathroom. My hands and feet are blue from the cold and I cannot see through the window for the frost and icicles. When Ana Iris starts
The terrain is everything; the germ is nothing,
like a drop of ink in a glass of milk
Coagulate, v.: It is a dangerous thing, this thickening of affection; you want it to have weight, but not to be an immovable burden.
A stain. It's all that's left of us when we're gone.
Thy breath is like the steame of apple-pyes.
You're nothing but an intruder. A germ. A piece of sand agitating my oyster. But you're not a pearl; you're a tumor or a wart or a cyst.
Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud, Hatch out.
apparent. Once I put Clorox cream on
I feel like my eyes have gonorrhea.
Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SECOND STAIN
A Waft of Cheese
A maggot must be born i' the rotten cheese to like it.
I'm the best you can get. Have you guessed me yet? I'm the slime oozin' out from your TV set!
How easily comes the blood.
The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.
A squalid phantasmagoria of breath
grotesque countenance
When she wasn't leaking from one end, she was leaking from the other spewing white fluids from her mouth whenever she belched, as if she were auditioning for a remake of The Exorcist.
I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance, but no name.
Blood on the kitchen floor. Called
It's like The Mold in Dr. Florey's Coat, about the discovery of penicillin. Out of these strange accidents come huge discoveries. A certain purple bleeds into red and all of a sudden you have something unexpected.
Anthrax, it's something that gets you sick, it's horrible, strong. It's a heavy-metal band name if there ever was one.
The door opened to reveal something like the opposite of Inspector Genette: a very big man. Prognathous, callipygous, steatopygous, exophthalmos - toad, newt, frog - even the very words were ugly.
Poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
Vocabulary spills I'm ill.
diseases of an unromantic sort,
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
I have maggots in my scrotum.
(B)ut tiny troubles had a way of swelling, like ticks grown fat with blood.
I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.
The August sun, God's blood-blister ...
You can't just boss bacteria around like that," said the younger Mrs. Hempstock. "They don't like it." "Stuff and silliness," said the old lady. "You leave wigglers alone and they'll be carrying on like anything. Show them who's boss and they can't do enough for you. You've tasted my cheese..
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
It's an ill councell that hath no escape.
A freakish homunculus germinated outside of lawful procreation.
Something's nibbling my spleen!
Let me look at the foulness and ugliness of my body. Let me see myself as an ulcerous sore running with every horrible and disgusting poison.
Crusted bloodstains marred the carpet everywhere, with chunks of matted gore thrusting from their centers, like ebony volcanoes oozing rivers of tissue. A
I sing and play the guitar, and I'm a walking, talking bacterial infection.
Doctors is all swabs.
The saga of semen stained sheets continues.
He was aloe vera, rough and prickly on the outside, but the inside held all the gooey goodness.
you curdled clot of whores piss
spills of mire I swallowed inside the tower
Watch your step," said Slash.
Jig stopped, fully expecting to be shot, poisoned, crushed, or maybe all three at the same time. "What is it now?"
Slash pointed to a pile of brown, slimy goo in the center of the tunnel. "Hairball.
The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.
To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.
The putrid carnal waste dump my skin and hair had become. An irate woman beating me with her placenta would have been more welcome than the copious amount of ... snot gluing my fingers together.
The air smells of something sharp and antiseptic. My
Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel.
Something inside me squeezes up tight like a sponge that is being wrung out
That strong, grassy smell, raw milk in a tin cup.
Heady rivulets
Unlike the swollen river
Will crack and blacken
What's on the inside, beneath that sugar? Is it a bug? Is it a booger?
Cheese. The adult form of milk.
Prime area for something nasty to wait for prey. Bring it. I've got time to wash blood off my boots.' - Evalle
Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
I'm a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.
There's a phrase in Shakespeare: he refers to it as the 'hidden imposthume', and this idea of a hidden swelling is seminal to cancer. But even in more contemporary writing it's called 'the big C'.
Bleed a cold but feast a fever.
Well, I'm not good with sliminess. I hate the thought of creatures that have slime on them or creatures that leave a slimy trail. At home, the sight of a slug can bring up my breakfast.