good god you have presented me this horrible face

The sights of this mouth, so wide and prosperous. The indents of these enormas teeth. Not white at all, but a tinge of fringe. Perhaps even a tint of mint. Or in the most impossible cases known to god, there is a glimmer of simmer in the dimmer light.
This oral cavity is feared in all creveses of this dirty planet. This filthy place known as spit and yarn that treverses the yule tide carols of many lives.
This mysterious yarn is only present in the OC(oral cavity) when terrorists are indulgent and murder the children of all. This yarn shimmys towards the terriosts. They flee in flight. They run in terror. They book it. They crevaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHH
This MOUTH, THIS MOUTH IS MY DEMISE, they would chant. They always made the first word, this, the softest then continued with a shallow cresendo to the final constenant, DEMISE!!!!

THEY
HAVE
GOTTEN
THEM
SELVES
IN
THIS
SITUATION.

THEY
MUST
DEAL
WITH
THEIR
CONSEQUENCES.

Anyhow, this is how things go in the Mouth. I have tried to supress my memories of ..the Mouth.. but sometimes these sharp experiences cannot be dulled.
Beside me, to my right is a small surbian, she has a voice that sometimes reminds me of small murmurs of the holy harps. The small nails she chews for the moment being. the wide mouth is open, she releases a large cackle that makes up for her size.
Approaches is another smallin' perhaps 96..97 lbs. Canadian. the littlest mumble that whisps from her pursed lips, she is of need of a dollar fifty. The rainbow colors trickle around her aura.
The bones seemed to protrude agressivly from this one. I can see that is true passion lies within the feline speices. His torrent of hair is ferousious batteling his scalp as the day wares on.
All is well.