Bunny is a furry animal, not that gentrification has leveled the fox coyote and, well there’s still hawks to prey on these creatures, there’s quite a few rabbits about. I’d like to feed them the butts of carrots when I have them, but I really can’t say what it is about the bunny population that is worth you time to read about. Just so happens I was about fourteen feet away from this one. I too the picture with a newly,… you see that’s where the writing tends to drift. All my words tend to be, Today I washed the Card, It is a 1986 Buick, Of course today I did no such thing, I am just trying to make a point about my writing that hinges on an event that occurred twenty years ago when I thought being open about my sketch book journal with a chick that pretty much announced a year before the reason she would leave me and since that reason came to pass, I was still stuck on her and there were some social obligations we were still hooked into so I let her look at it. So I am just saying, The today I washed the Buick is how I write, Did so and so type of shit, The essence of which is similar to how I communicate with texting. What this has to do with rabbits is ridiculous. Run habit Run, Don’t get nabbed by and owl. I’, helping you become predator fodder when I domesticate you with carrot rinds, I don’t have a garden so you are not the enemy.
She said my journal reads like angry punk rock lyrics, I was presenting myself as more mystical spiritual, she’s bagged out now and I don’t even think of her. Sometimes, and this is something that she predicted too.
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