I'll love you forever. (plus i need a distraction) →
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you know what upsets me
bunnies have tons of sex
like supposedly always humping right
but does that affect how we look at bunnies?
do we still think bunnies are cute af?
do we want bunnies any less because of their sex habits?
treat people like bunnies ok
this has been a psa
"What do I do for a living? I live for a living. When I moved out in the forest 35 years ago, people said "You can’t escape reality." I went TO reality. You’re living in a virtual reality. You don’t even know where your stuff comes from, don’t even know where your poop goes.
I live in nature where everything is connected, circular. The seasons are circular. The planet is circular…Do people live in circles today? No. They live in boxes. They wake up every morning in a box of their bedrooms because a box next to them started making beeping noises to tell them it was time to get up. They eat their breakfast out of a box and then they throw that box away into another box. Then they leave the box where they live and get into another box with wheels and drive to work, which is just another big box broken into little cubicle boxes where a bunch of people spend their days sitting and staring at the computer boxes in front of them. When the day is over, everyone gets into the box with wheels again and goes home to the house boxes and spends the evening staring at the television boxes for entertainment. They get their music from a box, they get their food from a box, they keep their clothing in a box, they live their lives in a box.”
“… to have kissed
your mouth with the force of language,
to have spoken your name at all.”
— Now, Greg Watson
A collapsed mind
through chapped lips
with chamomile lubrication
divulging your permanent sedation.
Speed bumps prescribed to your ever racing mind
for fear of ice on those roads
and steep cliff driving over the abyss
that is your unmonitored conscience
that is you.
I want so badly for you to feel independent and validated and accomplished and not broken and beautiful and loved.
"Animals are here with us, not for us."