Gunk
The soughing sow strew straw around the pigsty, a twinge of gunk ravenously ingurgitating flaccid nucleic acid mired in the hissing paleness, slathering on some flirting sludge, bare lewdness, breach of bedrock, engorged crinkling, yapping victuals, armholes from afar off prattling around in the booty of my bowels -- it's pretty crummy on the glossy periphery, a smattering of fleshpots, inflected limp chisels, wormwood, finagling myself out of the pigpen: the silence in my throat, the wilted silence in my throat, the smattering of silence in my engorged throat, glut of ear swabs on the fringe, inflected crinkling, flaccid silence in the carcass, silence on the glossy periphery of being crinkly, ravenous silence devouring wilted silence, piecemeal drooping, adroitly chiselled -- pig out on the silence. Taunt me as I spue the mingled mirth of the pasture's uneatable dung out of the pangs quenching the gall kindled to devour the noontide tingle? --Bob BrueckL
