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My voice is clotted with unshed tears.
I was stained by failure.
It was just wet, not stinky?
He gave the impression of being clean and dry as though he had been pressed between two large blotters which had absorbed all his vital juices.
It was like washing down a bucket of peyote with a vatful of absinthe.
Buddy hugged his father,and promptly, with a dreadful brightness, came over to me and held out his had.I shook it. It felt fat and moist.
Love poured out multiplies love poured in.
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry
It was a hot, moist armpit of a night...
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.
My mouth was too large, my eyes turned out, and my legs mere toothpicks.
Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion. I
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured.
I felt tears coming and for some reason, buried my head in Iain's chest. It was firm and muscled and he smelt so wonderful.
I realised what I was doing and pulled away, but a big string of snot hung between my nose and his shirt pocket.
my nose bled like a firework
Blotches of blood looked more like a soupspoon than an R. Several people told him angrily to be quiet.
Pressed against me, and my eyes fluttered open
Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.
Otulissa swelled up to twice her normal size. 'Well, SPRINK ON YOUR SPRONK!
into the kitchen and spotted
Cold, like swallowed tears.
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
The black went down like a felled tree, gushing blood,
It was like drowning, only from the inside out.
Seeped into his bones from decades of sitting outdoors in
His heart cracked open and flooded all the space around it.
Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!
world was dripping down his eyeballs like wet oil paint down a canvas.
My mouth blooms like a cut.
I think my water just broke.'
I took an instinctive step back. Because, gross. 'Omigod.
Something unspeakable left the room.
that palpable odor pumped out through the
The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.
Her eyes felt swollen, and she knew she looked a mess, but sometimes ... sometimes the emotions were just too big to hold.
There was something unspeakably
There was a flash, a ding, and everything got dark and gooey.
All her excitement had seeped away, leaving behind a terrible sadness, an emptiness that felt violent, as if she'd been gouged.
The room inside looked like the mouth of an alligator - gaped wide open to swallow something down.
his shiny armour splattered with more goo than an amateur porn queen.
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.
Some of her self-hatred had oozed out with the blood.
There was pain in him - like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him.
Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin
His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains ...
her cheeks splotched red from the cold, as she
Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground.
"Camille's carpet," Magnus protested.
"It's blood," said Will. "She ought to be thrilled.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Seeping in through his clothes and his skin until it was gone - or not gone. Absorbed.
This is unexpected ... like squirt from aggressive grapefruit.
Already there was black rain inside me.
It was shivery and scant. Scared. Skint. But just around the edges it was still scintillant.
I felt my heart crack slowly like a pomegranate, spilling its seeds.
He held his hand up to his face and licked the wound. Blood. Old-tasting and rich like the sediment of a river. He looked at Jimmy. The blood on their faces meant they were part of the same stream now, bobbing in the current, borne forward effortlessly under the slowly twirling dome of the sky.
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.
She looked as if she'd swallowed an assortment of her own hangnails.
Her face looked like a fruit from which all the juice had been sucked.
Afterward she felt seedy and sexy and disheveled and filled with despair.
He felt like a bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty warter.
The rain had begun at dusk, spewing from the sky like someone had opened an artery. Beneath
I was at a bar nursing a beer. My nipple was getting quite soggy.
Vocabulary spills I'm ill.
The three words that had caught my eye were drank his blood.
She burst into snakes.
like a drop of ink in a glass of milk
Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.
From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in the room had begun to turn to mud.
Everything she touched either crumbled to dust or dissolved into a powder that gave off spores. The
It looks like frozen snot.
Her hair spilled over the pillow like a bottle of overturned ink.
Alan shuddered, emptying a river of balmy man juice into her moistened love canal.
Rew looked like he had put his face up to the sky in a rainstorm of freckles
Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.
Weese was sprawled across the cobbles, his throat a red ruin, eyes gaping sightlessly up at a bank of grey cloud.
Their faces were wholly burned, their eyesockets were hollow, the fluid from their melted eyes had run down their cheeks.
My cup runneth over and I worry about the stain.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
A sickly little smile grew and died on his mouth like a fungus.
It formed into small drops on his weather beaten features, drops that rolled down his cheeks. Strangely, some of them tasted like salt.
spills of mire I swallowed inside the tower
It soaked into me like water into sand, fast and heavy-making.
She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.
I eased into my chair like a ninety-year-old with hemorrhoids.
i swallowed the syllables of your name
and i was full.
All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death.
He thrashed like a freshly caught fish as the sucking sounds of draining water gurgled from the pooling blood in his mouth.
Tufts of hair stuck out of my head in all directions, like I'd been cow-licked by a drunken heifer.
Did a bloody Griever come out and ask for a snog?
He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.
Blood!" Froi said, horrified. "Loins? Same loins you stick
"
"Froi!" Trevanion snapped.
"Flowing at times like a gutted pig," Evanjalin said.
"Evanjalin!
He was like a child with haemophilia: every contact drew blood.
I couldn't help myself as the words tumbled out. It was a sickness.
he plucked out his eye and threw it into the well, then drank from its waters. He
Internal bleeding?"
"Indeed," she said, gesturing to a bag of light red fluid. "You pee blood as we speak."
I felt down to my nether regions and blushed. There was a tube in my wee-wee. Rei smiled gleefully.
Her lips were like large crimson polyps.
My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body.
Squeezed back. Or, more likely, someone
She sugared and milked
swallowed. My ears felt as if
He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins.
And Ama Clutch was gone, and the overly subordinate pillowcase took a small spill of human juice from the edge of her slackened mouth.