So today I learned a lesson from an unexpected place...
my kitchen, where my roommate's child's pet garden snake lives.
I listen to him eat... His name is robin.... Yeah I know weird.
any way I gave him a fish because he kept lookin at me and I felt bad.... as some will tell you I am afraid of small ribbon snakes (residual nightmares from my childhood wearing a crap ton of ribbons) but it was shot of amazing. The sounds were so delicate, yet if this had been to human scale they were probably deafening. His first attempted wrangling the gold fish were unsuccessful due to a larger than normal dorsal fin, which he could not swallow he actually had to regurgitate the thing and with no hands at all reverse its directions so that he could enjoy his meal.
you may ask, just what the hell was it that you learned?
I saw the beauty of this earthbound thing. The pink tinges around the throat, the expanding of the skin as he inhaled. And how for just a moment he seemed... Senescent.
like he could be frustrated, that this load was too difficult to to deal with, but he did.
If a fucking snake isn't going to give up then why the fuck should I?
alright I know the snake dose'nt have a credit report, or a tuition balance but damn it I'm going it to swallow it... no thats not right.... fuck it... no moral today for any of you fuckers.
lts ummm better If I just say I like the snake .... not enough to play with him but we're cool now.