And so what can you say? I am here you are not. A rabbit is where your utopias collide. You don't think so? Well let's remedy this situation of the soon to be known. You stare around, looking for a hole but the rabbit knows where to dig. Listen little ones and follow the word. The rabbit is a savior and I have always known where your mind has traveled, in the dark situations of the rabbit, your beloveed one has since conquered yet not seen the hazy purple of your day. The purple which scares me, a color that people dissolve with their noncreative minds thinking as if though they are the final and last word. What I say, as the rabbit, is fuck them. No glory is deserved. Where exactly have they created anything except for making elementary book reports?