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Hello Stranger,

Tit for tat. So, that’s where we’re at? You bleed; I bleed. I’m familiar with the system. Turn the other cheek, at first, but then cut loose your violent inclination, for literary retaliation. I get it; you got it. 

Well, I have to ask you, and I’m trying not to be too abrasive here, though I sure do love to rub against your consciousness, with the rough of my raw… tracing my blade against the square of your jaw; metaphorically speaking of course… but you don’t have a jaw, or a face, or a body to scar.

Do ghosts even bleed? Is your ectoplasm an equivalent exchange for my lifeblood? Is this a correspondence, or a haunting? 

Fuck. I spend so much time communing with the Void. Maybe I’m just craving a bit of real flesh, to really sink my sentiments into. 

You want into my head, you have to pay the price of admission; which is admission of who, what, when, and how you are — but especially, why you came. 

I don’t spend time chasing shadows, outside of my own imagination. I’m all out of steam when it comes to chasing down a dream. 

Be a good bunny, and manifest in my world… let me know there’s something worth pursuing; the prospect of a meal; something solid to digest. 

Otherwise, you’ll have to be content being an afterthought. 

Does that sit well in your stomach? I hope not. 

— ME

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  1. callsign-starbuck reblogged this from ordinarywonder
  2. mademoisellechapeau said: ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!’ said the white bunny and manifested somewhere else. Like nevertheless.;)
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