Rabbits

I was happy:) and then I was sad:(
I was being torn apart by the polar opposites of emo and cynism. so I became a absurd lie poking fun at me own heart and of course we all know that hearts don't like jokes. they are always serious and so sad and beautiful with pretty mussed up hair!
so I made fun of everything until nothing real and deep existed. Then I created my own universe to see if anyone or thing could come up with a solution. Of course the sex was pretty hot and the drugs were delicious, but the old age and death still sucked and so did the shallow smooth pretty ego freaks and the wise were all old & wrinkly and the funny were all outta control or scared the normal were still all to drugged or distracted to do anything but bitch!
So I kept coming back to square one, you know the really simple and elagant one that says "WHATS THE FUCKING POINT?!!!"

"Funny you should ask?!!" says a cartoon rabbit, who suddenly appears from nowhere. Hes holding a huge joint in one hand and a even huger gun in the other (.44 magnum, crome with the 12 inch barrel:)
"Whats with the gun?" I nervously venture
"You gotta light?" he purrs as he hands me the gun and I hand him a lighter "Well' he puffs 'Seems like you've read to many damn books and ya got to many answers and other peoples stories in yer head. So I'm here to clear some shit out! Smart guy!"
"Oh yeah?!!!' I say ' Please tell me what is it?"

"I aint here to give you more answers bucko.' he chuckles, 'but I will leave you with this... YOU CAN'T MAKE LOVE AND WRITE A BOOK AT THE SAME TIME!"

"What the hell does that mean? Like I ever tried to..."ITS A METAPHOR DUMB ASS! SUCK ON IT! DON'T THINK! YOU'LL KNOW IT, WHEN YOU ARE IT!"
"Are you gonna talk in caps the whole time?" I smile
"ha-ha. I'm not hear to be your friend, slap-nuts' he says quietly as he hands me the joint. 'AND NOW I WANT YOU TO KILL ME!"
"Who the fuck you talking to?" I say turning in a circle
"YOUR THE ONE WITH A GUN IN YOUR HAND." says the rabbit.
"You gave it to me." I protest "Its your gun." levels the rabbit.
And he's right.
"NOW SHOOT ME!"
"whaaa? why would I? I couldn't."
"Its a dream,Dum-Dum, SHOOT ME!"
So I took a toke and exhaling I squeezed off a round into his pretty blue expectant cartoon eyes. I was suprised at the loud noise and scared when he screamed and cried and died in my arms sobbing. It felt like my heart was breaking - like I was being torn into a million pieces... but then all the pieces turned into real rabbits and hopped away in a million directions.
Then I stand up... and I'm a green field and the dawn is breaking - the birds song and fragrant crisp breeze blows right thru me.