Mumble Bunny woke up late in the afternoon after falling asleep under circumstances beyond his wildest dreams a dream where he can float much better than he can in the real world but once he tells a friend his dream behold the power of speech his recurring daydream no longer comes with sheep leaping over a fence so profound a pleasure he cannot keep well-kept elusive are secrets full of desire to tell others what they don't know
Beeswax-minded business a sweet nose for honey Mumble Bunny smells sounds under synesthesia general or otherwise mellifluous he bloats not unlike a puffer fish a mechanism of self-defense to scream not unlike a painting also lost in Oslo under volcanic skies y'all know would do no good nothing wrong with a good cry but a scream leaves bereft screamer and listener both as if the whole point is to tell not to show
Reveal the reason why he bleeds from ears and nose it flows in leaps and bounds elusive as black sheep ephemeral as clouds caught in a storm thunder terrible with lightning enlightening no one not even the Buddha under the Bodhi tree with a fig leaf for Eve Adam his fruitful lies revealed by his new-found sense of fashion naked beneath his shame blunders nonchalant from Eden into Utopia to suffer his dukkha
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