Premonitions

I can't even begin to describe the creeping horror that sets in, knowing the shit is about to hit the fan. It lays in your stomach like a chilled snake, a slow moving spring snake who has thoroughly consumed every bit of warmth stored in his rocky home and needs more desperately - yet that need is at war with the fact that there may not be enough energy present in his system to acquire more warmth. So he takes the time to inventory his reserves, assuring himself at some length of his capa...