A stream of the stuff dripped down the crone's breasts, eating the skin away where it ran.
There was a stream of it dripping from the crone.
It healed the skin anywhere it touched.
Hope the Old Man really lays into him this time, both barrels dead center!
There is a man standing indoors
The soliloquies are meditations of self-loathing, similar to Leonard Bernstein's rants.
The boy is following the woman
The audience are waiting to be entertained
The women is around snow