The Saturation of A Few Oddities

The dark literary gods in the fifth hemisphere according to Ritoen have sent a couple of phantasms holding neon-green colored body bags, punctured with a hole or two, dripping some kind of gooey substance on my desk that doesn't stink, but shapes itself into odd little creatures with bat wings who love to stick out their tongues at me. Helps with the writing of my latest venture into my fiction.

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