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rah
the urge to smoke is strong in this one
stress stress
compounded confounded stress
time killers
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[13 Nov 2007|12:23am] |
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can't.believe.it.has.been/almost/over.a.year
it.is.strange
i.love.you (do you find that weird?)
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[13 Nov 2007|12:20am] |
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it
is
OK
to
be
different.
carry on.
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[20 Nov 2006|02:20pm] |
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drama
not ours
why the shit did we read it?
so not involved.
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[13 Sep 2006|03:01pm] |
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when we said horror and mayhem we didn't mean horror and mayhem
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[31 Jul 2006|05:13pm] |
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this bunny doan care.
fucking hell-a shit bag.
it's a fearsome, loathsome thing.
sleep-easy a hundred years and more- all nought for kith and kin of sin has lain upon this burdened funny-bunny soul. it's like a necklace of skulls
that this bunny can't sell or lend or loan.
heavy heavy. no penitence, just the air of a bug dispenser - be gone.
welcome the rage no more. it is time for peace! PEACE! sleep, peace, at least lease the pieces of peace.
to me.
to me.
to me.
to i and me.
fearsome and loath-y-some - we want to trade for a nunce of compare and contrast. rather would like that zippy ZEE word.
and stop sharpening my teeth in the dark.
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| i wish my grass were emo, so it would cut itself. |
[29 May 2006|05:55pm] |
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useless bunny unloved by the corporate hound.
not even a tasty morsel for eating.
cracking bones in slavering jaws.
oh no - can't even tempt the dirty bitch.
the corporate bitch has no itch.
and the bunny can't get a stitch.
don't set a place for me, Argentina.
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[21 Mar 2006|01:25pm] |
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pretty porcelain faces
on thin necks of silk
bobbing like flowers
ready for rape
and a hand to brush them to the floor to spattershatter
no no.
leave them alone sweet hand.
shh.
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[16 Feb 2005|05:32pm] |
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just give me one fucking good reason why i shouldn't kill you you fucking piece of shit.
just one.
breathe
breathe
is not a happy bunny
not a glad bunny
nor a sad bunny
this is
the
bunny
rage
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[24 Sep 2004|02:30pm] |
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[16 Mar 2004|12:47am] |
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lonely |
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Bunny's lonely.
Fight the urge to block the lonely bits.... it's a much needed thing.
But,
Can't help but be sad - curled up in the dark, a round shape under the sheets while the night passes by.
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[31 Jan 2004|01:20pm] |
twice upon a moonlit sky
the stars a-winking bright
breath of air
trace of delight
on fate's path we a-light
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| haiku for a corpse |
[22 Jan 2004|09:19pm] |
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keep your eyes open -
for the whirling white snowflakes
don't melt on your cheeks
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[13 Jan 2004|09:35pm] |
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filled with good intentions -
or wanting to be.
same thing?
you know i'm going to cut your throat one day.
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[11 Jan 2004|07:22pm] |
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from slick color to sketchy black and white -
i'm trying to grasp the deliciousocity of this.
the look - the eyes - the bearing.
what draws me so?
i was almost drawn to weep, the first time i saw it.
tears don't threaten now.
the beauty is now second time seen -
instead takes me to lick my fur quietly and watch.
my misson - colored in whites and blacks.
there's a light that is blue.
and a red drop of blood.
and it always feels like love.
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| haiku for reapers |
[15 Dec 2003|03:19pm] |
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small part of my mind
in winter falls asunder;
where did you put it?
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[15 Dec 2003|03:06am] |
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i love you.
i love you with all my heart.
problem is, i don't know who you are.
i just know that i want you to keep me safe within your arms.
cradle me like a child.
help me get through this life.
and i love you.
i love you so much it hurts my little rabbit heart.
i'm an ugly bunny.
an angry bunny who is ugly inside.
a strange, twisted creature.
but i can love.
i can feel it.
but it makes me sad.
i just want to be loved.
i want you to love me.
because i love you.
but - who are you?
and - where are you?
i need you now, more than ever.
can't you hear my screams?
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| come right |
[05 Dec 2003|10:02am] |
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mood |
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contemplative |
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there are things swelling
soothing and masking
softening and dispensing
with the information at large
there is no way that the world
once turned on its face
can come right about.
there are things prickling
converting and crossing
for'right rearranging
this stained wind resorting
to crushed permutations
there is no way that the world
once turned on its back
can come right about.
there are things lacking
avoiding and dropping
the still night dark looming
to void and confusion
charade's mind absconding
but there is a way that the world
once up on its feet
can come back to life
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