Taste: burnt sugar, molasses, licorice
Touch: slick skin
Sight: a handful of sparkling blue-green folded hemispheres
Smell: fetor: sour, putrid epileptic dog piss
Sound: baying, bass drums, growling, moaning, didgeridoo, whining, synthesizer, echoing voices, discomfited dogs and plaintive pleas, "Help me.": the vet's office and Apoptygma Berserk
Extra: She is the woman who holds them down while he draws their blood. On sight, he howls and backs away. The wild, unpredictable, instinctual animal even in a Golden Lab.; She sheds her eyes' skin.; grotesque penguins, insane graves, monstrous mounds, alien exoticism, viscous agglutinations, opalescent haze, igneous manifestations, cryptical darkness, blasphemous tunnels, austral worlds, and degenerate murals — H.P. Lovecraft, "At the Mountains of Madness"
Touch: slick skin
Sight: a handful of sparkling blue-green folded hemispheres
Smell: fetor: sour, putrid epileptic dog piss
Sound: baying, bass drums, growling, moaning, didgeridoo, whining, synthesizer, echoing voices, discomfited dogs and plaintive pleas, "Help me.": the vet's office and Apoptygma Berserk
Extra: She is the woman who holds them down while he draws their blood. On sight, he howls and backs away. The wild, unpredictable, instinctual animal even in a Golden Lab.; She sheds her eyes' skin.; grotesque penguins, insane graves, monstrous mounds, alien exoticism, viscous agglutinations, opalescent haze, igneous manifestations, cryptical darkness, blasphemous tunnels, austral worlds, and degenerate murals — H.P. Lovecraft, "At the Mountains of Madness"
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ReplyDeleteTaste: Mold, Dry Fungus, Unbleached Cotton
Touch: Sticky, wet, cold yet confident
Sight: Rain before it comes, humidity without the heat, Moisture overclouding the sun
Sound: Classical impatience, veiled concern in a vernacular known for indifference
Extra: I am the tax woman who just returned from a run where I raced the rain. My mouth is dry and my fingertips are cold, but my passions run high.