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"I bet you have loads of questions."
He wanted to say to the annoying Poseidon that, you can say that again. But he couldn't simply put up with the enthusiasm.
He wasn't sure what that feeling was. He would figure out how to deal with it soonest. He wasn't a best at that level yet. He was only trying.
He didn't know where to squeeze his actions or thoughts. He was more of an illusion. He didn't know if he was yet existing or not.
All he knew was right was the fact that he could feel himself on a very very long serpent. Twas more than a serpent of course.
Twas like the worst creature he had ever seen. He couldn't remember how he had painted the mental picture of Leviathan in his poem.
He wasn't sure if what he had written in his poem was the shape which had been given life. He was hoping that he would be able to trust his recent Instinct.
He didn't know what to trust anymore. The serpent was swinging to the left and right as though twas being attacked by some boghs or Intruders.
He didn't care what the feeling the serpent was savoring. All he did care about was getting to wherever they were going to.
The serpent was like a combination of several elements. Twas more of a serpent and a dragon.
Like dragonous serpent or serpentous dragon, if there is anything of such name. All over it were litters of scales.
The creature was like a synopsis of all the creatures in the sea. Only that twas super long. Twas longer than whatever he had called the longest back on earth.
He had no idea who in his right sense would had created such serpent. He didn't know what inspired the creator. It didn't matter actually.
All that mattered was the fact that he had to deal with whichever odd was supplanted before him. He knew he would get over it, but figuring out how was the mill around his neck.
He had no idea how he would take that off himself and be whole again. He hoped that things would return to being normal.
The tail of the monster was the steering that did propel the vying velocity which enraptured it.
He tried looking back at the weight of it as it did give blows to the innocent and unarmed waves.
He didn't catch a sane view. He wouldn't be able to give a sane report.
He wished that he could restore time. He wished that he could go back in time and have the Nymphs working him out.
He wished that he could have the Nymph on him again and have her tits in his hungry and hankering hands. He knew that that was mirage.
He knew that that might never be possible again. He didn't even know what would be possible. He didn't know what not.
He had totally forgotten everything he did write in his poems back then on earth. That could be some coup of the monstrous beast and its owner.
He was sure that they did have reasons for making him forget everything he did cherish. He couldn't do anything to them of course.
He was merely a pawn. That was all that he was. He couldn't had thought better of it. He couldn't had made any sane meaning.
He wished he could remember at least a line of the next poem he was going to execute. At least so that he could get ready for the odds or pleasure.
What was the point? He remembered what the tyrant had said. Not only poems would be acted.
Even poetic thoughts he did have back on earth. Hell! He wished he could undo all.
He had his hands wrapped around the stomach of Poseidon. Not that he did like him of course.
He would never like such creature. What was there to like about him? He was only clinging to him in order to stabilize himself and not fall.
He couldn't risk falling in the waters. He probably would survive it. But he wasn't sure. He couldn't even remember if he could swim or not.
His head was blank. He could say that his instinct was bleeding. Well he couldn't track the trail of the drips dribbling through his consciousness as dainty drips. He wish he could figure them out.
Poseidon did have some treacherous curves in his stomach. He didn't know what he was. He knew of course that the monster or beast or whatever was a mystery.
He knuckled under the names he would call the two of them. He would call Poseidon the monster and Leviathan, the beast.
That should serve the two right. He felt the six to eight curves etched in the stomach of the monster.
Twas like some felon furrows cut in the earth to rip it off its celibacy.
He was sure not to rest his head or jaw on the monster's back. He wouldn't take chances.
He would never do that. He didn't want to regret anything whatsoever.
He would play safe and fine. That was what was expected of the smart one. He shouldn't be either a bloke or bounty bozo.
He didn't care what whoever would think of him. He seemed to be hallucinating. There was obviously no one looking at him there.
There was obviously no one paying attention to his plight. He couldn't even be sure if they were other people there.
He didn't know if other creatures other than the Nymphs were available. He had only seen the Nymphs and the monster and the beast and yes, the Intruders.
Beyond those,he didn't think that he had seen any other creature. He was hoping that he would see a human soon.
He was hoping that he would see someone who would share the plight which was gnawing at his gullible grits.
He wished he would snap outta the odd and pain. He didn't know what to feel anymore. He quit thinking and looked ahead:
They were kinda going on a track. Like a highway under the water. There were no structures or buildings at all.
Twas more of an empty hemisphere only for the bridge they were plying. What they were plying was like a bridge.
A curvy bride which opened in the mouth of a large whale and closed in the butt of an octopus. As he saw the butt of the large octupus which served as the exit of the long bridge they had been plying, he almost passed out.
He closed his eyes till they burst to another open lawn. Twas kinda a water lawn to him. He opened his eyes. He noticed some fluid over his head.
He touched his hair, it had been damped. Twas murky and sticky. He looked at the two fingers which had fiddled with what the fluid was.
He tried as much as possible to perceive the odor of whatever the fluid was. He couldn't be sure and didn't want to go for it.
He knew that he would still have to do so but he would take his time.
He wished he could use some better options other than having to put the fingers to his precious nose.
As he put them to his nose, he heard the monster say:
"There are octupus' farts. Usually a blessing to your kind."
He didn't know how to process that. He didn't even know if processing it was the best idea he could ever think of.
He didn't even know what to think of anymore. He was obviously left with no choice.
He hoped that he would be sane enough to be sane enough for his family when he get back to earth after the post traumatic and shits he had swum and gulped and swigged from.
How in the wide world would it be possible for a fart to be a substance? When he was back on earth, a fart was usually an innocent byproduct of wastes which had been wearied of taking picnics in the stomach.
And when they retire and decide to go home or bellocose for their freedom, some come out gently, while some rudely.
But they did more complementing the gas nature of the apt atmosphere.
They come out as air of course. But there the psychopathic monster had just said to him that fart could be liquid or by extension solid.
How possible was that? He had never seen it and would never believe it. What was there to believe. Probably Poseidon was drunk or high from having the Nymph touch his penis.
He couldn't be really sure. And probably the hideous monster was saying the right thing, but his mortal instinct could simply not process it.
He didn't know what to put up with again. He tried to focus on what they were going. He had no idea where twas and was done guessing.
There was nothing to guess. Twas a free view. There was no structure at all like the former. Even! There was no highway.
Everywhere was braced with waves of water. Then at once, he peered keener and seemed to see an alluring setting beyond him.
He knew twould be some magnificent building or whatever. He didn't know. They would get there soon of course.
Then! Poseidon urged the beast to a halt as he spoke. Damn! What kinda bozo was he?