the Ether Bunny (ninjalicious) wrote,
the Ether Bunny

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What do you get when you cross a bunny-rabbit with an anesthesiologist?

"I'm so sick and tired of the taste of tears,
the sting of pain,
the smell of fear,
the sound of crying

I'm trying to earn a set of feathery wings to take me away from here"

I sing this song like it was written for me. And then, I tell myself I wanna go to some kinda med school. Problems, yeah. Atypical problems, yes, but problems nonetheless.

"I'd become a disillusioned misery-type fuck-the-world alcoholic, if I could just figure out which type is best drunk from a ratty paper bag."

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