Post by Vi on May 15, 2011 20:22:16 GMT -5
Blue...
The sky... Of course it's blue... It's the sky... The sky... Blue... As blue as the ocean, seen from a mile away, on a clear, sunny day... A warm, sunny day... Warm... I wish it were warm...
Laying on the ground here in Russia, in a frickin' forest, in what could've been a romantic evening, is like laying down on a pool of shaved ice. Shaved ice... Reminds me of back home... I miss New York.
Ah. There. Over there. It's... An animal. Hungry... I must get it... I must... I can't. I've got no energy. Must... Slither... Slither... Ah. I'm not moving. I gotta eat more... Why can't I be like other cobras and not have to eat for months... Oh. Heh. It's coming closer- What? It hasn't seen a cobra before? Well lucky me... Ah... One of them harvest mice... I prefer another snake... Doubt there are any at this time...
The sprawled out cobra, which resembled a twisted, smooth, and thin tree trunk suddenly and violently twitched into a position that proved deadly if a rodent happened to settle near it.
Ah... Stop squirming. It doesn't feel right to have something wriggling in my belly. Eh. I still can't move. Doesn't matter... Ah! Heat! I can almost feel it... Come, come closer, no, wait. Stop. Get away from me. Damn it. Who can be in the forest at this time? Ugh, hope they can't see me... Can they? It's hard to miss a cobra...
The sky... Of course it's blue... It's the sky... The sky... Blue... As blue as the ocean, seen from a mile away, on a clear, sunny day... A warm, sunny day... Warm... I wish it were warm...
Laying on the ground here in Russia, in a frickin' forest, in what could've been a romantic evening, is like laying down on a pool of shaved ice. Shaved ice... Reminds me of back home... I miss New York.
Ah. There. Over there. It's... An animal. Hungry... I must get it... I must... I can't. I've got no energy. Must... Slither... Slither... Ah. I'm not moving. I gotta eat more... Why can't I be like other cobras and not have to eat for months... Oh. Heh. It's coming closer- What? It hasn't seen a cobra before? Well lucky me... Ah... One of them harvest mice... I prefer another snake... Doubt there are any at this time...
The sprawled out cobra, which resembled a twisted, smooth, and thin tree trunk suddenly and violently twitched into a position that proved deadly if a rodent happened to settle near it.
Ah... Stop squirming. It doesn't feel right to have something wriggling in my belly. Eh. I still can't move. Doesn't matter... Ah! Heat! I can almost feel it... Come, come closer, no, wait. Stop. Get away from me. Damn it. Who can be in the forest at this time? Ugh, hope they can't see me... Can they? It's hard to miss a cobra...
