032 B - Harder than the night

I'm breaking free of the old shared real.

I spent the morning crying over the coming absence of the rabbits that live on the porch. Not the one's we're slaughtering and processing this weekend. But their parents. Fat Becky and Albert (aka "Little Albert"). They are huge meat rabbits that make huge meat rabbit babies. We got them in April.

Albert is like the weak but adorable alpha that only exists in white supremacist situational comedies. This isn't a judgement of Albert, just that he is alpha ONLY because he has no competition. Because of my values about masculinity, I like to imagine he could fight, but I suspect he's like me -- sure we'd fuck someone up, but we're always the implied victim in the "you should see the other guy", in that it is said about us, because while we took their eye, we are dead.

Fat Becky was named by C. C is a toddler. She took one look at the rabbit and named her. Fat Becky revealed her true essence to C -- like a goth Totoro. She's a great mom in all the important rabbit ways, she is also a "great mom" like Facebook means it. Suckling rabbits is terrifying.

They are being re-homed this weekend, then we're processing the herd and we will be left with two females who hump each other -- GG and Possum. GG was named because she had G's written on the inside of her ears. And Possum looked like a possum. Possum is Becky and Albert's from their first litter. GG came from a 4H kid.

Thank you for listening, I will miss these animals, but they are rabbits and we're totally going get and breed others for meat again, because its fun if you have the space and a partner who knows how to process and care for animals. I live alongside this stuff and slowly merge with it, until of course there's the:

"Oh shit, we're renters and we're moving and the landlord is showing the house soon and the haze of the pandemic is starting to fade and now what we did to cope and adapt just looks weird. Holy shit, we gotta get rid of these rabbits! We look like serial killers."

These normal ass folks with they're normal ass pathology are gonna see this and repeat it on the internet as:

"I caught two dudes jerking each other off with rabbit corpses in a suburban basement. They climaxed when they stared into my soul and asked if I wanted to buy a child/ottoman".

Q-it-up, merge everything with the cosmology of the singularity - Q. Cause that's a normal ass thing to do during a pandemic -- join an international open-source conspiracy.

I think the rabbits are fine.

Perhaps, the future renters experience of walking through our paranoid still-life could be cathartic for them. To know that the people who lived here with all these specific accoutrements of the normal, stacked and adjacent to all the specific accoutrements of the not-normal; that those people will move on to somewhere else freely, with money and with health. Hope. Or something more shell-shocked.

Who knows? We toured another families pandemic cave while looking for a new rental. Everything in the house was very normal, but the folks who lived there were moving across the street. So maybe the weird was gone, and besides, I didn't really look all that closely (I probably didn't want to know).

The pandemic is not over. But somehow it seems over and before times judgments and expectations are back. It's almost like the pandemic was a wild night out in Vegas and now we're sobering up and realizing who jerked off with what, and are starting to realign power around shame. Or perhaps it was all just some elaborate prank to scare us all into greater compliance. Or maybe its both a prank AND also fucking real. 2020 Bam Margera gets it.

Rabbits shit out dirt. You can take rabbit shit off the ground and throw it in a garden, no processing required.

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