Spend a night watching football, playing football, losing a football, talking to the toilet cleaner, getting a macdonalds, going dogging, chasing bunny rabbits, running over bunny rabbits, listening to bunny rabbits squealing and seeing them spasm in the middle of the lanes as bunny rabbits fight for their last breaths of life. We look at the insides of bunny rabbits, we look at the brains of bunny rabbits, we look at the intestines of bunny rabbits, we spit at bunny rabbits. We feel bad for bunny rabbits who have a broken left leg and limp around the lane, too weak to run away and too scared to look around. We feel bad for bunny rabbits that have been ran over twice in one night, but are still alive. We feel bad for bunny rabbits that are shellshocked into hanging from their skin half way up a hedge, spiked by brambles, in the middle of nowhere. We feel cold so we turn the heating on and shut the windows and we are fine.
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
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this makes me hate you so much you sadistic fucker. I hated reading every word of this. your so sick.
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