aut lips. Amphibians chirped the blood moon down. Oh Ebola. No love lost for poo r Ebola. Filthy aubergine skin sparkled under lunar luminescence. The buxom bidd y from the black bog dragged her half-atrophied body to a cypress tree stump, ri nged with senescence. A succulent nightcrawler wriggled out of Ebola's hirsute n ostril, which she unceremoniously slirped between her indigo lips with indignati on.