||Oily texture on the tongue. A low, degraded taste.
||...seized a can of Dr. Riffic, her perferred brand, and heaved it at the old man. Pow! Right in the kisser. He...
||Smells like /
||If I had more of this I'd be happy forever.
||I've never smelled asbestos... before now.
||The color of the clipboard Rob's using.
||Intoxicating. I'm losing my inhibitions, losign my fears, losing consciousness....
||Corsage and paint thinner
||Garbage water brown
||Like drinking the blood of a Christmas elf