I love horror, bunnies and the cinema. I'm an artist and I get paid to do shit I like. What more can I ask for. This page is for my Cine-Bunnies and for those that kept bugging me to do more with them. Enjoy it!
"I have searched for years for an answer, a rhyme, a reason, description of a season. Studied the masters of the craft, sought out unknown pen-pushers, ingesting . . . digesting each word in order. You can only eat so much paper
before you make noises when you walk, stumbling, mumbling lost in your thoughts. Hearing everything in 3-D while taking notes; filing away lines . . . academic fines nothing comes out right when you live with a critic.
In notebooks which came from the wrong kind of trees, I can’t even think in the right color ink. Ideas wait in line to take a number, organization; of the editors . . . predators I’ve incarcerated in the cerebral prison of my voice,
Buried beneath a pile of aged pulp; pages crumpled, funky clothes rumpled, sitting cross legged in a forest of flattened trees. Clock just keeps ticking . . . old dog’s licking, wounds fresh and raw. You can only eat so much paper."
Inside the Rabbit-Hole
By Debra J. Harmes-Kurth
