A rabbit crawled into my bed this morning told me that his life was boring
Eating lettuce chasing mice running from the farmers wife
Digging holes and drinking water picking bugs from his hindquarter
Pacing up and down the garden fence stacking carrots in his residence
Teasing the dog talking to moles jumping over logs and sniffing marigolds
This he said made his life a bore he said it made him feel like he was doing chores
I stared at the bunny and thought of the words he had spoken and took a moment to drink
I found it quite funny its not often you get woken by a bunny whose asking you to think.
In my most serious tone trying to sound super tough Mister Bunny, your tale has shown me that life can be rough
But have no fear, for I have the solution I can give you a resolution
I will pluck off your fur and hold it in tufts I will glue it to headphones and make me earmuffs I will boil some water and cook you for dinner I will cut you in half and make you look thinner I will dash you with pepper and all kinds of stuff I will tenderize you gently so your meats not to tough
I grinned a great grin and inhaled deep the bunny stared back, not making a peep I could see that his bunny brain was making a leap His hide I could tell now he wanted to keep
I grinned an evil grin and he started to run I said hold on bunny, I'm just making fun
You should enjoy your life and all the things in it for nothing could be worse than to end on a turnspit
The bunny, he stopped and turned towards his right His eyes looked like he had just seen the light
Thanks for the insight he said as he loped cross the floor I will see my life now as not such a bore
With that he was gone, that white herbivore I guess that's what you get for not locking the door.
Do I trip, or stumble or lose my breath. Sanctified in my mind this happiness. Traveling together not end at death. Hand in hand in a dream feel my caress. Sun and storms will oft intersperse our life. To be taken up on an ocean deep. Beset by waves of emotion and strife. Yet washed away complete by simple sleep. Time together with you is time replete. Turn dark to light in a head of turmoil. Touched through and fully scored deep and complete. Permeating core nothing to assoil. Set adrift and left to grow and flower. You give me your all, fill me with power.
The day ends and with it comes a smile. The smile that comes with the knowledge that in time the creak of a well worn hinge will greet your ears followed by the sound of a key sliding smoothly into a lock. The door opens silently and you place your things down with a rustle and a jingle of keys. From nearby you notice the sizzle and smells of dinner.
Walking into the kitchen, cats nestle around your ankles happy to have you home. You lean over and scratch the kitties behind the ears and the nuzzle you even harder.
A click and clank grabs your attention. It's the sound of the stove being turned off a lid being put on a hot pot.
You look up and a man in standing in front of you. His face glowing from the many years of smiling and joy you have brought him. His hand is outstretched and he beckons for you.
You step forward and he comes to meet you in embrace. You can feel his heart beating hard against his chest as yours melds with his. It's been a decade, but you are used to this because it's the same everyday. He loves you now like the first day your bodies united at one and the thousands of times in between.
Without a word he turns slowly and pulls you gently along behind him and to the bedroom. Taking you in his arms again he lays you softly down on the bed and envelopes you. Your clothes are long since gone, but the rapture of the moment has you wondering when they came off.
His love for you is strong and you can feel it. It's palpable.
O' ye hold back the dark for it creeps in and holds me at bay saps my will and scares me plagues each waking moment keeps me secluded and wary
For' ye make the umbra step back assault the bonds and break them refresh my reserves strengthen me pacify the night make me feel safe
O' I hope to do the same for ye and drive the light home be behind the smiles that cross your face be part of your waking thoughts and bring to you contentment.
May the day be graced by your presence as I am by the mere thought of you...
So I really hate people who play online games and feel the need to cheat. I made this flash movie here about some fucker who is a blatant user of a program called Macro Quest (used for warping about zones, killing monsters, stealing from other people etc.)
I am Username. I don't make layouts. I am comprised primarily of cheese and sheepskin condoms, with just a touch of bacon. I don't write here much, because I forget a lot. (Cheese and condoms, especially the sheepskin variety are not known for their ability to retain information.) If not for the bacon, I'm reasonably sure I would forget I exist.
One day I will remember to type those random thoughts here on a regular basis. Till then... call me sporadic at best.
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