A Snail Post
With regards to my afternoon post, I failed terribly at rhyming. It's my last days in 45-5-863. dPx ain't living in Hall9 ever again. He has seen enough. Well, that sounds like some deep hatred. Heh no, it's exaggerated. You see, dPx is going to the moon in 9 days time. He's catching snails on Planet M. It's been ages since dPx started wondering about the existence of snails. "Where do they come from?", "What are their objectives?", "Why are there so many of them? How do they mate?" And to a certain extent, dPx has come up with some conclusions about the slowest lot. It doesn't actually take a genius to wonder what goes on in the average snail's mind. They crawl all their lives away, crawling to Neverland, crawling till they cry and drop, blocking our paths every now and then. Not exactly block, but dPx tends to watch out for these mini lives when he walks. dPx reckons that snails have a destination to reach. In a certain time limit of course. Each and every snail has been given a destination. Like the characters in Journey to the West, snails have to go through and take on 7x7=49 small tribulations and 9x9=81 big obstacles on their journey to Neverland. If ever they were crushed on their way, they would have to restart the journey, most probably at an earlier start point, making their job ever more difficult.
Snail 1: There comes another big fellow. Any chance that he's a lunatic? Snail 2: I don't know. I hope he won't move me back 10 yards. I hardly have enough time now. Snail 1: Where you going? Snail 2: South spine. You? Snail 1: Tough luck. I have to make it to Canteen 2 in 87 hours time. And now I am still stuck in the volleyball court. I doubt I will ever make it.
"Snails from the Moon?"
