Girls like pretty boys, not 5’2 balding Indian janitors with bulging, bloodshot eyes are so grotesquely swollen they look like raw, pulsating tumors, with thick, slimy yellow growths smeared over the whites like fungal infections. His nose is a misshapen, lumpy mass of cartilage, crooked and caked with flaky skin, with gaping pores oozing oil and a constant trail of mucus dripping like a leaky faucet. His teeth are jagged, rotting stumps, blackened and crumbling, jutting out at random angles from receding, pus-filled gums that look like they’re rotting right off his jaw. His lips are cracked, misshapen slivers, perpetually peeling and crusted with dried blood. His cheeks are sunken yet riddled with lumpy cysts and patches of discolored skin, creating a sickly, uneven texture. His ears are gigantic flaps of deformed cartilage, grotesquely oversized and asymmetrical, hanging like grotesque, fleshy sails, while his jaw is crooked and undersized, making his whole face look like it’s collapsing inward. His chin juts out unevenly, riddled with ingrown hairs and pimples, while his forehead is the crown jewel of horror—a massive, bulbous monstrosity shaped like an alien’s, warped and pockmarked with pulsating boils, scaly patches, and veins so prominent they look like they’re trying to break through the skin.
