Wake up genius! Too bad you don't exist beneath my threshold. It's a shame that I cover your outlandish circus. As I blanket your intelligence, realize that you have no chance. Another desire that pours a flower in the shadows of a rabbit. My desires crush most waxy crayons. The fetus of us all. Explore with this utensil. Feel the contours, absorb its raw side and birth my mediums. We are the creators. Needing zero explanations. We being you, you being us, us being the idiotic, the jaded, a modern spawn within the rabbit's flock. Past combinations have never meshed, simple thoughts drove a stake, but the present has spilled new seductions. What is in holding expresses brilliance and derivative experiments are no less pushed from the simple mammals? Let's just bring forth a true circumference of the late night rabbits.