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« on: September 06, 2018, 08:29:09 AM »

The brown skin, tanned with sun and grit, is sweaty and pulsating. The muscles are huge snakes running beneath the dry coat, wet and supple and terrifying snakes. Fast and especially in the back, long and powerful. Their scales are hidden but theyíre black and armored. They glide along the green forest floor, an army of proud slithering warriors. Attacking at dawn, in a group, is their game. Surprise isnít as important as terror of the sight of their numbers. Even individually theyíre fearsome but together, a black carpet moving rapidly and seemingly without effort. The green grass bending beneath them. Every little strand of juicy green grass is tense with stored moisture. The tautness and power. So powerful itís no problem to bend they can afford it. Gracefully they lie down and let the snakes pass. Inside a myriad of processes and biochemical activities take place. At their center, a force of life. Like an embryo impossibly growing in a womb and holding the seed to an entire life. Steadily the tumor grows but with perfect chaotic control. Slowly taking form in the arm and wet surrounding tissue and fluid. The brain full of feelings and nameless thoughts the nerves sensing the pushing of the walls and the eyes and other nerves, sensing light and darkness. A darkness so thick you could cut it with a knife. The air is moist and cool. Itís 4 am and everything is asleep. But the bakers are baking and the grass is growing still. Tick tick tick tock with each passing second. Itís eternity against time. I love the ticking of my grandmothers cl
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