Schizoid Bunny #16

I am not thi ficking Vilizquiz. The one writing now is Schizoid Bunny #16. Vilizquiz wanted to paint me but I noticed he was tired, so I took the cover off my head to show him that I had already decided on my own color palette. (Shhh: When you let go of mechanical thoughts, sometimes ideas blossom on their own.) I told him: I can paint myself, you go take a nap, lazybones! If you collect me I'll wake him up and we'll go to a party, we'll get drunk on whiskey and dance listening to the latest Mozart production. Yes, we'll be drunk dancing to a Requiem. That's how you live when you're a bunny.