snakes.
there is absolutely nothing that i despise more than a snake.
not a dog, a rat, a spider...nothing. i hate snakes. and due to my personal disgust with snakes, i can just about spot one, more than a mile away. sometimes without even trying.
it's just this overall creepy feel which overcomes me whenever i am in the presence of a snake. i can tell when one is watching me, my every move. i suddenly began to feel an unnatural vibe within my air. suspicion is instantly raised. it doesn't matter if the snake is hiding under a rock or hidden amongst bushes. please believe, i am fully aware whenever a snake is nearby.
snakes attempt to sneak under you, unto your knowledge. in the process they don't make too much noise. they simply slide under you with their true intentions unannounced. they behave and plot in this particular manner during their obvious effort to 'fit in,' or not cause disruption to whatever scene. snakes make you feel as comfortable as possible, through subdued words and slight movement.
so i imagine this is the very reason why it's somewhat impossible for an empty, shallow, and paper-thin person to realize when snakes are all around them. i guess some people are too busy showing their teeth to even notice how they are obviously being preyed upon, for the snakes' own personal gain.
in reality, snakes are not smart nor hardly clever. they do not possess any power whatsoever. they are only a bunch of cowardly and no good creatures. furthermore, true power does not involve acts of coercion; only influence. which is the very reason why they are referred to as 'snakes.' and while some do bite, the majority are known to get close enough to wrap their slimy bodies around you.
these types of snakes aim to squeeze and cut off a person's circulation. this technique is mainly aimed towards those who do not possess a true backbone, the ones who stand for nothing and fall for anything. i understand how i can't really speak for anyone else, so i will just say that i need my air. my space.
whenever i feel like a snake has somehow made its way around me, i sit and watch closely. i do not steer clear. i patiently await the very moment where the snake will attempt its 'contrared move.' i await, as if my life depends on it. i refuse to be prey. i adamantly refuse to allow anyone to even think it's that type of party. for common sense dictates that nothing good can come from any dealings with a snake.
so, while the snake thinks it's doing something as it slithers closer and closer, the truth is -- it's in for a rude awakening.
for, in that very instance where it lunges out and attempts to strike, i get real mongoose on it. i go for the head. no matter the size or gender, one thing i have come to learn about snakes ...and people, for that matter, is that when you kill the head...the entire body dies.
as for the lame and forever harmless garden snakes, the ones who can only try to emulate the actions of the more deadlier king snake...oh, i just step over them and basically keep it movin.'
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