Laying an egg, fertility rituals, the bunnies, the gods.. The popping out of population… period.
This whole thing?
This entire landscape?
It’s the Easter Bunny’s fault.
It’s reproduction at its finest.
It is that core compulsion carrying cowards cautiously …
What you feed it is what it grows..
The way you fertilize and nurture..
Grow into thorns and pretty pretty flowers.
Then a batch gets pesticide on it….
Fucked up…
Misfire
dawn 