Mass
MASS
I flow along the ground, a gross glutinous mass as sticky as treacle.
My body is liquid and my blood is runny, one with the mud.
Soon there is no border, just a huge mess like some waste from the stinking sewer.
Ive become a goo just like burnt toffee and god don’t I smell. Im quite happy just lying here content to be lazy acting like a turd.
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