MOUTHOLE

Nothing comes between you and something.

You stalled out in the corridor and felt your pipes turn to rust in your gums.

You lay in the corridor and felt your teeth turn to dust in your gums.

You experimented with the world around you, and were rewarded.

You're A Portfoliographer Now! Your winnings will surely bring lasting happiness.

Go on, let it all out.

Enjoy yourself however you see fit. It's your life... I guess...

You've slipped so far down your own FASHIONHOLE that there may be no saving you.

Following your ear, you went deep into the eye and ignored the aching in your mouth.

You feel a decade older after that ordeal, but a goal's a goal.

Smile wide and the world will shrug its indifference back at you.

In the race to stop seeing, you're actually quite quick.

Hope nobody else was planning on buying anything anytime soon.

You followed your dreams, to the detriment of those around you.

Keep your mouth closed in polite company.

You opened all of your eyes wide and revelled in their cacophonous din.

You followed your dreams, and they followed you.

You ignored the itching in your gums.

...

You saw the News, and it wasn't good.

Your friend couldn't save you, and you couldn't save your friend.

You went to sleep on the floor.

You shouldn't have opened that letter.

Cold beer soothed your ulcers, but you couldn't stomach it.