Those fucking chocolate bunnies

Is it the anticipation that makes it so hard for you to speak.
Or is it the fact that you only keep running your mouth off in every direction
Correct me for being so wrong
So senseless
So negative
But its not just me you see its also you
You don't see what's been done wrong
Or what makes this that
Or that this
Correct me if I'm wrong but the sky looks so beautiful with all of it's hues and blues
Man am I feeling blue, bluer than the sea
The ocean
The sky

Under the sheets or over the covers
Above the skies or under the seas
Take this package of hatred and send it back to yourself

And don't you tell me what it is
and what it was
and what it could've been
Because I know what it was
And how it could've been if you stood there all on your own
Waiting to grow old and waiting for the light to change green
But I've forgotten all of that and remembered to look up to the moon
And ask for it's forgiveness as it tells me what i did so horribly wrong
And to remember to look up to the sun every once and a while just in case i am to never see it again


I'd love to hold you where you are
And tell you I miss you

it is pretty much a big deal. to you at least if not me. but it's still a big deal anyway. bigger than billboard big.

Im sorry but its funny how you two are dating again.
'i hate your guts dont come near me.'
sometimes when im alone i ask myself why i bother trying and never get an answer back.
Kind of funny how that all works out.
Funny how the sky is blue today and how its not grey. Whatever though.
I want it to pain buckets upon buckets but nothing works the way i plan them too. Still have those fucking dates circled each month i should shoot them down one by one.
Its impossible. Dont worry about this one.
We're all just contradictors contradicting ourselves again.
on the coldest of weather too.
even if it's warm
or hot.
either way
you want it.

ps. it's actually cloudy outside. grey clouds. so i guess it is grey out today.
but even if it's still blue
i may as well be too.

so, what now.

i love how most of my crazy thoughts come out when I type. heres a preview of a bunch.

They came the day of the storm with baskets of flowers and dozens of gifts. They all said their goodbyes and dissapered into the dark night.

how dare they take away my carrots! that's all i've had to eat all year. And they take away my carrots, what ashame. now i'm going to die. Going to die without those carrots of mine. Oh those lovely orange carrots. Those juicy orange carrots that filled my stomach so. Well, I guess they'll know never to take anyone else's carrots away after they find me dead.

I don't like my veggies with pea's and beans. I don't like my pea's and beans with veggies.
Thats too doctor suess shit. Dx

Anyhow, its like a field of dasies in an ice cold dream, covered with blankets, thousands and thousands of blankets. Light and heavy blankets. Pink and blue blankets. Purple and green blankets. My oh my. Whatever will I do with all these blankets?

Theres snow on the ground underneath a pale grey sky. Gloomy grey sky. Bare trees, dog tracks. Make it go away.

Lock and loaded, loaded and locked. this mind has got me running insane with all these ideas