bunnyfish

if i could go to the halloween parties in a Bunnyfish outfit, i would.

Bunnyfish live on the wall of my bedroom, and feed on the drowned relics of steampunk junk. They were first conceived by Kozyndan, an artist-illustration collaboration. And i have half a mind to abscond with this awesome antique of a macro lens.

eat, swim, be rabbit

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a need for sleep. induces involuntary doodling. and the great appreciation for cool grass in the quasi warm 19 degrees sun.

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the events of my life unfold in a small seamless array of lists. they also occur inconsequentially within the small confines of avery hall. prison, madhouse and laboratory for people who dream of being an idea of an architect.

oh yes, and i've gotten through september stepping on the toes of love, mostly by bulldozing through the squeamish matters of the heart by making lists- of things to be done, things done, things for the future, new things to buy, try, often involving a list of things to help me forget. listing is an easy way out- a default habit that immediately tells you what next. number, sequence, do. if in doubt, listen to jazz.