It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.
A big greyish rounded bulk, the size, perhaps, of a bear, was rising slowly and painfully out of the cylinder. As it bulged up and caught the light, it glistened like wet leather. Two large dark-coloured eyes were regarding me steadfastly. The mass that framed them, the head of the thing, was rounded, and had, one might say, a face. There was a mouth under the eyes, the lipless brim of which quivered and panted, and dropped saliva. The whole creature heaved and pulsated convulsively. A lank tentacular appendage gripped the edge of the cylinder, another swayed in the air.
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Date: 2014-07-16 07:19 pm (UTC)я помню боялся слегка этих злых рож молока и каши
вроде бы их кот помирил - съел обоих
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Date: 2014-07-16 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-16 07:29 pm (UTC)- А я - кашшшка, кашшшка!
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Date: 2014-07-16 07:34 pm (UTC)"Кашка наносит ответный удар".
"Молочко и Кашка: новое поколение"...
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