#instablity

"'...An eco-nomic archive in this double sense: it keeps, it puts in reserve, it saves, but in an unnatural fashion, that is to say in making the law (nomos) or in making people respect the law.' The academy has always been an economic domain; that is, it has simultaneously determined who gets admitted while establishing the rules for membership and participation." 

Now what most people don't know about your Black Rabbit is that he has two souls inside of him. One is the kindness and compassionate and will stop at nothing to provide one of dissonance comfort while the other is one of passion and primal desires of control. But he is the most of logics and has provided comfort the the one of kindness. But of current, their has been dissonance in the mind of the kindness as the primal bleeds through and into his personality, changing him from his once kind demeanor. 

Do not worry, I am not the Black Rabbit but merely a friend of his that provides him more comfort in the dream world or Meta as we call it. For now, call me Witch of Faith. We shall call the kindness Black Rabbit and the primal, the Sorcerer of Reality and Logic. I am merely borrowing his posting, with permission of course, to post my concerns concerning certain aspects of events that has happened as of late.

As of current in this writing, he has lost the friendship of the Caged Songbird and her Master due to him listening to the Sorcerer alongside with the Cynical Seamstress, the Collective Lady and in the past events of a year, the White Lily and the Desert Lotus. Black Rabbit was known in the unfortunates, dependent of the Sorcerer due to the comfort he has provided to him for six years, starting from the ending of his elementary scholarly years, where he was ostracized by his classmates for a majority of the year. This is where I came in, I provided him the Sorcerer in a dream and he gratefully accepted it. There, he survived that year and gave him new hope in facing life. For the past six years, he listened to him, which enabled him to get life long friends such as the Dark Wolf, the Odd Fisherman, and the Logical Gecko. 

But as of now, he is left without trust in anyone and the Sorcerer in trial. He is alone in this world, without that other voice inside his head. His heart thumps in anxiety as thoughts of dissonance run through his mind. As far as he knew, the Songbird and her personalities were the last trusting light that provided him comfort. Little did he knew, the Sorcerer had other plans. Whispering in his ear, he gave him the voice of entrancement and low and behold, this provided discomfort and distrust to the Master where Black Rabbit thought it provided her comfort. The Black Rabbit thought no little of her when she had told him but now can not trust anyone in the world. His vision shattered before his eyes and he now weeps in his mind as his thoughts reel in mental suicide, no longer showing his kindness to those outside his mind. He shouts at the Sorcerer where the Sorcerer mocks his decision. Now, well I do not know his mental condition but he wishes it were a dream. If not, well, let's say he will find a way to another universe with a mental blade.

Now, if you are reading this, Caged Songbird, the Songbird's Master, the Kind Succubus, the Playful Kitten and the Feathered One, alongside with the Cynical Seamstress and the Collective Lady, provide him comfort since I am fading in his life as the Sorcerer grows more prominent. Show him that there is more to his dark passenger and that he can break free of his control.

I'm a hard ass. I don't listen. I try not to feel. And when i do feel, its never enough. I'm actually quite unstable. I haven't been trying to work on it either. Change. Me? Nah.

Boys don't like fiery girls. -cackles- Its scares them, I guess. My friends always tell me that my type isn't really MY type. They say I go for the men who will fight with me, not just fall into my lap with breeze, without effort. (I hate those kinds of boys.) They say I'm going to rule my boyfriend. So I should stop thinking that I'm going to get one that will rule me. BULLSHIT.

For once in my life i want a boys fire to smother mine. These boys. With their flickers of light. My fire. Blazing. A burning house. A burning forest. Raging out of control. The wind only making it worse.

So this is why I'm alone. I don't mind it though. I don't mind it at all. I like it. I mean it is my choice. So I'm cruising. Living. Burning. Running.