Bunny

Sometimes there is pain, pain that seems unbearable. And when it hits us- it hits so hard, and so close to home, everytime.It may be always raining in your head-but rain, rain is not pain, it is gray skies clearing.i don't believe in violence of any kind, and that the power of thought overrules action.********I wont add you if you don't send me a message pre-add stating the reasons WHY i should add you.******** If you can't spell right or use correct grammar please don't message me. If you want more information on me, then you can go fuck yourself.--------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------
Bunny --
[noun]:
A hard-core grave robber
'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com I highly recommend you read the following passage i have written just for you folks, don't take it lightly, just read the damn thing if you want to get a 'feel' for me...... ************************************************************ **** ************************************************************ **** The goodness of good will is for more valued for potential more so than the inclincations or the intentions of the good will.The rations of my portion have been this hapenning whats there to do once its all been done? like the theory of nothing almost unfathomable yet applies to the theory of "wholeness".Imagination is too far often seen as a childish process or projection - why is this? I believe the power of thought is almost more emmense than all. Thought (and the power of it) is the beginning of every idea, every action, and every process. Imagination has a high illuminating affect on the mind - if all other conscious thoughts can be carried out, then why do we hide our imagination if it could be the greatest link to our actions and self?Everything can be so simple- it's just not something everybody is familiarized with their persona - being the link to reality.what is simple?is it the ease of a situation? or more so a common sense border. simplicity can be subjective and so can everything else i would imagine.is there an objective definition for anything? any word we associate and exchange frequently means something completely different to the person we are talking to. because that persons interpretation sub-consciously factors in past experiences associated with the word - and each experience is unique to the individual there for deducting that each word used means something completely different from the person the word is to. speaking like a hallow note, the everlasting ice cube that, no heater can melt, oh how i wish i could disconnect, but what holds me connected? If i could land my basis ,then everything would be at peace., i can be at peace , no matter whether the time, is now or later, oh what happiness can i have?, perhaps my imagination can bring, it, but what does it have to bring?, i suppose i don't need connection to others, even though i cant deny that, i rely on them, for love, for fear, for anger, and even hate, and can i bring, myself to a sober plateau, is there a plateau, built for me? or am i building, it from scratch. , but the waves intersect at the crossing, roads - where the light is, always red, is the light always red?, or is it just green and waiting, for us to accelerate, do we all have a tank, of NOS located behind our frontal lobes?, is there anyone i'm meant to - at this very, time connect to? or just myself. it seems, to be myself- but myself is full of desire, and even original sin?, go talk- to even interact-is that a sin, in itself with any person...should i even consider, the situation...or would it just, wake me at vulnerability?I am debating, for hours but i suppose the end decisions, would be what initially started and, provoked the situation., the situation is in my external control, as it is many times - so cingularity only, makes sense if there is no connection to, anything or anyone existing on my, personal pathway. ************************************************************ ************************************************************ ****************Catch any of that? GOOD. now feel free to talk. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------ Unless You're Dirty Like Me ************************************************************ **** polaroidplaguing like a high rise wave frozen in midst of threshold thrownaway to never be taken back this will numb it i am you now and you can do nothing about it i control the box which is your brain what was perfect can only destroy you no more tides to wash you away so shocking you smirk you see behind the polaroids placed in front of your faceuntitledwhat if your eyes were mine the things i could see joyful plastic bubble you wrap yourself in wipe away the fog off your window there must be a mistake all that was everything nice can onlly be fake the atmosphere you obosrb everything you knew is gone now you see what was there all alongrestingwe rest the paved ground only holds up our worlds i bring up all that is you only drag on behind now i'm standing on the edge of truth and it turned the corner what could have been seized what could have changed it all blew away like a cloud in the skysolitarysolitary fallen off when no one's watching i've become a product for all that is borrowed calcifying the weak with needle and thread stitch back together the fallen peices afraid to just reach to me the fear that's present i can't deny it soon enough it will engulf me like a prisonercome closerface me closer your frozen air pulls me in silence when your ears hear the things, that remain toxic exhale exhale every last meaning with no words i can taste the infectious air that penetrates my mind i lay down in the valley to disappear from my owner i'm the slave that ran away to nothing your iris matching mine now same level or far from it close this window of mediocrity i look at the sky its midnight blue i glance to the floor at my shoes i step to the edge look all around as i fall to the ground the horizon looks thinley lined i start to think what ive left behind no troubles now ive gone far away for a permanent rest im here to stay in the ground is where i layAll that you touch All that you see All that you taste All you feel. All that you love All that you hate All you distrust All you save. All that you give All that you deal All that you buy, beg, borrow or steal. All you create All you destroy All that you do All that you say. All that you eat And everyone you meet All that you slight And everyone you fight. All that is now All that is gone All that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon."There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."
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