Goo or glop?
Pulp or slop?
I’m leaning toward sludge, myself. A foul-smelling sludge tasting slightly of mutton.
No, the zombies would not be happy munching on my brain today. Combined with no writing and too much candy-cane colored stress, my mind is mushing as I type.
Geez, even the undead would pass up a date with me.