Mr.Bunny and Friends

Where I write about video games and movies and stuff. Also might have Canadian politics and law, so be warned. Honestly, you can probably expect some NSFW stuff.

[rhalis]

Things I’m Going To Do

Things I’m Going To Do:

Set-up a theatre production company.

Run a hobby store,

Run a barcade.

  Write a play,

Write a novel,

Write a movie,

Write a collection of poetry,

Write a book of essays,

Write a comic book!

  Go on a road trip across North America,

Eat the grossest food in the world,

Eat Quebec poutine,

Try those deep-fried Mars bars,

Eat the best food in the world,

Climb to the top of a mountain,

Sail in the ocean,

Go off the beaten path,

Follow that same old road,

See the stars without the lights down here,

Be the only person in a hundred miles,

Find somewhere that feels like home,

Meet someone that feels like home.

  Meet someone famous,

Meet Bruce Springsteen,

Meet the Prime Minister,

Be someone famous.

  Be proud of my work,

Do something my parents are proud of,

Do something grandma would love,

Make easy money,

Hold a hard earned dollar,

Be pampered,

Sleep after a good, honest day of work.

  Marry my best friend,

Find true love… that loves me back,

Raise a good kid,

Be happy again.

This time for real.

  Have stories told about me,

Say sorry to everyone I’ve hurt,

Say thank you to everyone who was nice to me,

Never stop dreaming and never stop working. For grandma.

 Never stop adding things to this list.

[rhalis]

Night Walk

When we first moved here, You mentioned the view. Said it was breathtaking. I don’t remember if I agreed, I was still angry about moving again. On the first night here, I walked around the neighbourhood. It was a suburban paradise, Each three to four bedroom home Fought for in the court of life. The houses all looked identical, In that “having enough money, To look different, But not enough ingenuity To try for it.” In the maze of streets, I took to following a hill, The occasional streetlight Showed the way Until I was somewhere else. Just off the side of this little island, Was nothing. Oceans of the stuff, No house lights To brighten it. Unable to see forward, I looked behind me. House upon house looked back, I knew that sometime I'd have to go there, But not yet. Seeing no favourable option, I swallowed a child like fear And pressed forward, Eyes steadily adjusting To the shadowed road. I walked past homes of birds Of prairie dogs. Smelled nectar nearby And ate fresh air. I wandered on. Dips and heights Along with a guiding wind Took me to some destination, The night’s blanket being tucked, I couldn’t see where I stood. Back again I looked, Saw familiarity Saw a future home, Saw safety So I spat in it’s direction and sat. The cold hard ground Served as good a seat as any, As I waited for my eyes to sink in, I chanced a look up And saw why I’d been led here. The Maiden’s jewelry had been spilt. Diamonds lay scattered, A large opal took attention. Two small rubies rolled across the black table, Taking people home. I thought about that, What it meant, What is was, Who it was Why it was. Home wasn’t there And it wasn’t the place with a great view. It was where there was peace. That peace was different for everyone one But this was my piece of peace. Alas, Peace doesn’t mean you have food and a blanket. With anchor in chest, And feet to match, I made way to the distance lights. Walking past these edifices, New lights illuminated Families tucking in young, Long-term employees not bothering, Teenagers planning for the long haul. Beyond the superficial, I saw people entrenched, Ready for future struggle, But for now, All was quiet on the western front. I returned to the place with a view, Didn’t look at it, Just grabbed an old sleeping bag, Went outside And feel asleep under a shining necklace.

[rhalis]

[rhalis]

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[rhalis]

Night Dream

A night dream,

Upon a hollow hill.

Lost to reality

And some beauty

Which seeks to foretell

Of a pause from daily bedlam.

A beautiful night

In which stars swirl

Into wondrous creatures

Which watch over these acolytes.

Upon a kiss toes curl,

The future looks bright.

A mesmerizing loneliness,

Shared by enraptured

Lovers entwined by forces beyond.

Both seek to express

A feeling that captivated

But find themselves wordless.

A night that’s physically quiet

But lions the soul

And seeks to prove all those whispered words true.

A painted sky that’s picturesque,

Into which winds take memories most foul

As constellations dance their minuet.

At the bottom of the hill

The world doesn’t know how to stop,

Debts are made and paid

In soliloquies unsaid,

Up here on top,

It’s easy to forget about your bill.

The night can’t last forever,

They both know

And play ignorant

Of shadows on the edge of the glint.

The love will last for now,

It holds some sort of answer.

A night dream

In which one can stay

For so long as their heart desires

Brought back to life are hopes,

For come what may,

They’ll never forget this night dream.

[rhalis]

It would appear I am Spoony

It would appear I am spoony.

Is it possible to be in love with love?

Can I truly say I loved her

Or, in fact,

Any of them?

Instead,

Did I love the concepts?

The magic and allure of love?

The warmly lighted nights?

The sickening love poems?

The nights with just the two of us?

The nights with your friends?

The nights with mine?

The better question:

Does that matter?

If I loved them as I should,

Treated them right,

Gave them flowers,

Sung sweet melodies,

Is the base of the love important?

Me thinks such questions beyond me,

I’m simply a love chaser,

Not a love scholar.

One of millions,

Looking for the one

Or some nights,

Anyone.

Ah indeed,

It appears I am spoony.

[rhalis]

Let me Take You

Let me take you out, It ain’t like you don’t deserve it. You were told the world was your oyster, But weren’t told of the hard shell clamped around it. Let me take you to the city, See those lights shine And people move Come on babe they're waiting for you. Let me take you to where the dream hasn’t died, Where the boys from uptown still dance And the girls giggle like the first time, Where the shadows don’t seem so big. Let me take you somewhere else, Where all that pain can’t follow us, The sun still shines there, We can’t find it less we go. Let me take you outta here, I ain’t gonna stop ‘till I see you smile. Yeah we’ll drive all night if we gotta. I know I got a lotta stuff here, Babe I’ll give it all up for you. Jimmy can work those docks alone And Doc will get along fine. The Fine factory could do with one less drone And Barry don’t need me to keep the bees. Beatrice don’t need a boy like me And the boys on the streets can go crazy for all I care. Don’t you know I’m mad for you And I’m sick of this town, It’s all too close for me. Let me take you to paradise Or some beggar’s version of it, Only thing stopping us is you We could run ‘till we find tomorrow. Let me take you to eternity Where all those promises ain’t broken, Where love means something, Where there’s still hope. Let me take you there, Come on babe, These small town walls can’t hold us no more, Don’t know if they ever could. I’m sick of wondering if I could be somebody, Someday, Somewhere. I’m too scared to go out there alone, What if all my dreams were nightmares? I need someone else to believe That there’s a light out there That just don’t go out Come on babe, Take me there.

[rhalis]

Walk To A Friends House, Mid-Winter

The sun strikes snow. Little critters float across And crisp chunks shine. We disturb the perfect scene Two pairs of footsteps Shuffling across The expansive field You hold me closely Or do I hold you? The bitter wind spits at us And we become one. It’s too cold for words, But so much is said. Mountains of volumes Flow through closed arms And between close bosoms. So much is said with a hug And a giggle. It kicks up around us. We get lost in the snow, Footprints elude us And our guiding stars vanish. It’s just you and me now, Caught in a giant’s eye. Then it’s not just us, Not just the silence, But all of the silences. Soon I don’t know where you are But you ain’t in my arms. The blizzard passes And we see ourselves in a naked light. We stand ashamed of the things we almost said, Almost did. You hold out your hand And we keep walking.

[rhalis]

It Can Be Anything But I Like The Idea Of Home Or Innocence Maybe?

I get on the bus at Five in the morning

March behind the mass of the dead

Sleep for two hours

And awake to the view.

Mountains and trees melt past

Mixing with the colours of the cars

Suddenly I think of the boring lives car painters must lead

Every one coming out silver, red, black or white

I resolve to get myself an ugly orange and and green one

Then I remember I don't drive.

By now I notice I'm leaning on the window too hard

And I slip out on to the freeway.

I try for a bit to keep up with the bus

But the tube chugs ahead of me,

So I stick my thumb out and walk north.

I walk for what must be two hours

A yellow Buick

(I think)

Stops and opens its doors,

'Fore I can get a good look at my driver we're off.

He tells me his name is Johny,

He just got back from his folks,

I ask how they were.

He says dead

And we drive in silence.

Johny stops to take a piss and I slip out.

The woods ain't far from the road

I don't think Johny sees me

As I run into the snow and trees.

I knock my foot on a root and fall,

My face and everything else is covered in snow.

The cold seeps through my bones

I think I'm about to pass out but then the white crow talks.

White Crow says he's been watching me

And hey he knew the way

At least back to the highway.

I follow for a bit

And then I see a deer.

Me and the deer stare at each other for a while

We don't talk much

But we sure do say a lot.

The deer

(Which I think is a doe)

Seems to understand

Before I can tell her thanks

The crow caws and I walk out

To see cars whip past.

I continue on the road for a bit

Find a small town by Four,

Order a drink at the only bar,

Ditch the wet clothes and coat,

Find a nice suit,

Consider stopping this whole thing.

Maybe attending a small town dance,

Just like old times.

But then I get up and start walking.

On the edge of town the local drunk sells me a donkey

And I find my way on the road again

Feeling like I lost my Mary somewhere along the way.

I get a few stares as me and Shindig

(I forget wheter I named him or the drunk did)

Trot on to some kind of freedom.

We talk

Me and Shindig

About past lives

And wives

And kids

But most of all home.

People get lost says Shindig

But home never does.

Shindig gets pretty tired

I agree so we set up camp

At least we would if I had good sense

Shindig understands

He forgot gear too

So I climb on his back and we continue on.

Dawn hits the road

And me and Shindig collapse.

We're found by a jolly cop,

Dressed in blue.

He takes us in for drunk driving

And I tell him I don't drive

To which he says

Everyone drives, boy,

Even when they don't.

So he gets us into town

I sweat as we approach the station

And start to walk in,

But Shindig doesn't take it lying down.

He kicks and I take cue

We kick like it's our last chance,

Hell it probably is,

In the brisk air

Me and Shindig start running.

We're rested but not strong

So we get burgers,

(I gotta pay for Shindig)

Find the road,

And trot onward.

It seems we're in the city

I think that's where I was supposed to be

But I don't remember where

Shindig he says he knows why

And he's right.

We search the streets for clues,

Find nothing.

Just as we're about to head home

I see a Buick

(I think)

Charging for us.

I see Johny leaning out

He yells something

I don't make it out

But bystanders looked offended

On my behalf

And I thank them as I dive away.

Shindig ain't so fast and we lock eyes.

He gets blown away

And Johny slows down

Steps out

Says

Oh shit man

I didn't-

I didn't mean-

Fuck.

And gets in his car.

I don't see him again.

I run to Shindig

and instead of goodbye

We share stories again.

I tell him I don't remember why I came to the city

But he tells me again

And makes me promise not to forget.

I cry for him a bit and then get up.

He would want me to find it.

So I spend my time looking

And looking.

I eat something

And barely sleep,

It don't feel right,

Not if I'm so close.

Then one day it hits me

And I go right back to where it is

But it's being torn down.

I talk to the guy in the orange hat

And he says nobody used it

No one was going to miss it

And hey why did I care anyways?

I told him I was looking for something

And he asked what it was

I said it must of been important

Because I couldn't remember it.

He looked at me

Scoffed

And went back to scribbling on his paper.

As I got to the bus station the next morning

I remember what I was looking for

I cry a whole lot then,

But then I forget again.

I check my watch and

I get on the bus at Five in the morning.

[vainvaihe]

Bust Commissions are Open

So I have an entire week off, which is great, but I am finding myself in need of some funds (for haircuts, transportation and other things), So It would really help me out if everyone could check out my bust commissions. 

Rough Sketch - $5

Lineart - $10, 

Lineart + Colour - $15

+ Character - $5

Commissions are gonna be open until the end of the week at least, probably longer so please contact me by inbox or the email on my blog.

please rebagel this and help an artist out (i seriously need a haircut tho) 

[vainvaihe]

“Patrick would be considered a sociopath, if he were human.”

MLa0 more like LMa0 amiright 

Speedpaint:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=758-bQkdVRs

[rhalis]

I don’t know what this is, but my friend did it so yay!

[rhalis]

The Streets Again

When I first saw Monica

She was standing on the corner of Reed and Thatch

Waiting for a ride she'd never catch.

She gave me one of those looks that they do

When I last saw her, her face was dressed in blue.

As I flew from that window singing sweet Mary's,

Monica was screaming “Who was Cherry?”

And I knew I was back on those streets again.

Where the boys and girls vie for the others sinful attentions

I walk down these hallowed halls

Down the backways and the freeways I call church

Searching for some kind of paradise.

In the old corner stores those old bores tell their rhymes and riddles

As the boys speak like the sisters three

Giving me their backwards predictions with their odd dictions.

They always seem know why I'm on these streets again.

The fiery one's name was Jessica

I met her at this old dump branded the Hare

And in those back rooms she said she'd lay it all bare.

Said that our souls would always be one.

Yeah, she told me she was done.

Promised she had quit that whole scene.

Least 'till I found her with some guy named Dean.

And I knew I was on these streets again.

Clinging for dear life to the back of a raft

As the flood of responsibility drowns my fellow rats

I let that wayward stream drag me wherever it please

As I struggle to stay above thrashing waves.

In the grime filled Five and Dines those on their ways meet up with us wanderers.

As the boys sling their prophecies

Like it's a job they enjoy

They always know why I'm on these streets again.

At some concert I met Daria

We danced like hell

'Till that old moon fell.

Always knew what was on my mind

Yeah she had me in a real bind.

When I had to go I told her Springsteen was my main gun

And baby I couldn't be held, I was born to run.

And she knew I was on those streets again.

The shadows here can swallow you

Easy to get lost in these dim lights

Sometimes feels like the shining peoples the only things keeping it at bay.

Just be careful not to trip and fall into the ever growing shade.

I wonder if back home they're still searching for me

Wonder if they still got boys of their own.

That always seems to know so much yet so little

Do the ones back home know why I'm on these streets again?

And here I go one more time

But this ones for real I swear

She always seems to read my mind

And our hearts 'll always be one

I knew it after she gave me one of those looks.

She knows what it's like she does

To be lost wandering on these streets

Looking for some sort of paradise

Trying so so hard not to get lost in the flood

As the darkness grows viciously around you.

And I never even got her name.

But those boys they know it well,

And they tell me it won't be long 'till I'm on their streets again.

[vainvaihe]

THERE HE IS!! MY BOY!!

[rhalis]

There he is, a boy.

[rhalis]

Waiting for the Bus

The chill finally gets to me.

I've been out here for an hour

and finally the chill gets to me.

I'm a bit disappointed in myself

It's my fault.

Should have brought that stupid jacket.

Where is that bus?

It should have been here twenty minutes ago

So where is that bus?

I blink my sagging eyes

Mildew almost welds them tight.

I could have sworn I slept last night.

Probably.

Should have brought that stupid jacket.

In the distance a tree stands bare

I locked eyes with it fifteen minutes past

And it's secrets stand stark to me

Free for all to take and share.

Admirable.

Should have brought that stupid jacket.

The smells of the depot

Have been fermenting in my nose for seventy five minutes

And yet the odors just keep getting worse.

It's not that I feel uncomfortable here

It's the weakness this place puts in men

It's the fact that the loneliness

Can creep up your spine

And leave you paralyzed.

Should have brought that stupid jacket.

The headlights shine off the decrepit windows

It's felt like an eternity

But I can finally see those headlights.

As the shuttle creeps around the corner,

Struggling to a stand still,

I search the tinted windows

Looking for a familiar face

All I find is odd stares and a return of the loneliness.

Wrong bus.

Should have brought that stupid jacket.

[rhalis]

Why you should read The Superior Foes of Spiderman:

-Funny

-Great art

-Great characters

-Fantastic Writing

-So Twisty!

-Really Funny

-Use of Not Exactly Famous Characters

-Well Done References (The references aren’t really the joke)

-There’s a Collected Omnibus

-Superior Spiderman doesn’t really show up (For not big comic book people: that’s a real good thing.)

-Seriously, it’s Fucking Hilarious

-Just... Just read it okay? It’s like the best comic Marvel has done in about 5 years, it deserves your money way more then Civil War 2 does. I’m a huge comic fan and I’ve read a lot of stuff considered to be the best of the best in comics, this is easily in the top 3 of things I’ve read. I don’t even like much of what Marvel publishes and I normally don’t really like my comic books morally grey, but holy crap! This comic is so god damn good! Did I mention it’s really funny?

[madeupmonkeyshit]

[rhalis]

In A Gay Way

I think I love you

But like not in a gay way

In like a

I want to be with you

And next to you

All day

Every day

Kinda way.

Okay so that might sound a little gay,

At the very least risqué.

Let me try in a sport way:

When you’re near

Well it’s like I’m coming up to plate

And the roar of the crowd surrounds me

Lifts me

But all I can see

And all that I can feel

Is that ball in front of me

And time stops

And that ball is all that matters...

And I’m forgetting

You’re not a sports guy.

But you get the metaphor

About the ball and stuff?

No?

Well let me try in French:

Je t’aime

Comme un poisson aime une

Baguette

Oui oui

Okay so I might’ve fallen asleep in French.

Point is

I get this feeling

Like, like

There’s no rhyme or reason,

No rhythm

But then you’re nearby

And it all fits into place.

Time seems to fly by

I feel like a world war ace.

The world rushes right by

The tempo of it all so vivace.

I try so hard not to look like another passerby,

To make you know you’re my prince.

The thing is I know you know

But I don’t want to take that chance

The chance of the ridicule

I don’t think I could take that blow

It’s funny, all I want to do

Is ask you to dance.

Sorry,

I’m rambling.

Funny thing is

I already said the hard part

I think I love you

In a gay way.

I wrote this poem for an contest at my school, I was having trouble coming up with something to write about and when I asked a friend he told me to make it about how gay I was. He was probably joking but my golden rule is to commit in all things.