Within this same legend, within the same glen is another. A bunny not as cute, not as human. A bunny by body, but a man by head. An anxious bunny. Prickles, the little brother of Fuzzy, the jealous little brother of Fuzzy. Prickles is a destitute little lagomorph, and it should be argued that you too would be this way with a man's large bulbous head upon a tiny cuddly bunny body. Thus, Prickles has always mixed spite with his admiration cocktail. He loves and wishes to emulate his brother, yet never seems to succeed. When Fuzzy left the glen, so too did Prickles. Unlike his adventurous brother, Prickles soon became scared. In a desire for security, he accepted a mediocre position in a fifteen-story office building. Instead of exploring the world, he stares at it from a secluded twelfth-story window. These are his thoughts.

I had a Vision Tonight of Sorts...

I saw that everything was nothing and nothing really matters, but it's all still fun. I talked to a girl I've been in love with from afar for awhile. She ignored me but I did it... I talked to her. My imaginary heart was beating a thousand beats a second. I was convinced everything was bullshit. I realized "it" is not here. And if that's the case why not do what you want? I realized a whole sense of freedom. This, the only freedom I'll ever know. It comes in small doses and cost reasonable amounts. Nothing matters but I sense I'm gonna add right now. I know this is just temporary. Im sitting in my room writing this wearing only socks. I've either gone insane or I'm realizing this freedom, or I'm just stupid and I'm so shallow and empty that I'm just trying to lie to myself with conscious absurd thoughts and through the lies I tell other people that become true to me. I would be a nudist if I had a form worth displaying. Some say that would be vanity and I just don't care if it is or isn't just because it would mean I'm not feeling shame which I think I've felt far too long and for too many reasons. So if all is nothing why hide behind clothes? Or more importantly, why wear a shirt to a water park? But if I'm wrong and everything turned out to be something after all, I'd be embarrassed of what I'd done. It's the same feeling a religious person would feel if there were no heaven or God. I don't even know what I know! I really don't know if I agree or believe what Im saying. But the reason not to test it is because you might feel stupid when you realize that everything doesn't matter. If nothing matters, not in a dark way, I would do what I want. Im the worst kind of conformist, Im the guy that doesn't know if I'm right or not. And I'm looking to my peers for support which is wrong because My peers are nothing. And if I can't accept that they're nothing without their approval, then I won't believe until I've seen proof that confirms the opposite. How can I ask for proof from the illusions? I'm still naked and I'm still confused. But I did talk to that girl, she didn't even see me, but what do I expect from an illusion, a shadow. If we are nothing then I can have fun. If it's all-real, if it's for points, then I have to keep playing. I can't break the rules, and I am not good at the game. But if there is no game then I can piss on the pitcher's mound and smoke a joint in the dugout. I could shout 'fire' in a crowded theater; I could beat up quadriplegics because they represent how I use to be. I could finally "Just Do It."

(registered trademark for NIKE inc.1999)

heres your damn 2nd installment of prickles, now get off my back... hey fuck you... yeah that's right, you heard me. Fuck you. No Fuck You bitch... cocksucker. Goddamn fucking monkey fucker, why don't you go eat out your mommy, you fucking prissy ass little bitch. I bet a donkey wouldn't even let you suck its balls you limp dick ass lick. (long title, eh?-Ed.)

(Here begins the "content"-Ed.)

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.

Clap your hands goddammit, I don't hear any fucking clapping! WHERE IS THE FUCKING CLAPPING!!! WHERE IS THE MOTHERFUCKING CLAPPING??????

...if you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it... if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands. (clap,... clap)

(Here ends the "content"-Ed.)

Note- For those not in "the know," Ed. means editor, which in turn means Fourchinnigan. Trust me, being editor for the belligerent previously committed (which I hope he writes about) Prickles is a rough task indeed. The email which brought me this gem had the following note from our dear bunny attached:

"hi hope alls goin well
later...will write another better Prickles sooner.
later"

Apparently the lagomorph was sober by this point. Being the younger lost sibling of the cutest damn bunny on Earth takes its toll on a lad. Good luck, Prickles dear. Editor Chinny out.