Peanut Butter Diary April 8 2010A Story by Abdul Batin Osman Bey
A diary entry of Mr. Peanut Butter about his encounter with the White Rabbit.
I was walking today through mass murder park; I mean they did it for the war. With a pocket full of Christ and my eyes filled with Hanukkah embers out popped a brown rabbit. He was dressed in a tux yelling about capitalism, bagism, and other out dated jargon which only the soon to be dead cared about. Also, his breath smelled of Carrot Drink number two, poor creature I hate to see him go the way of Old Harry Smith but we make our own graves. What? Who was poor old Harry? Good question I have no idea I mean we all heard the rumors but I don’t know if anything except something’s are fact or fiction. Everything in life is an exaggeration.
Anyways as I was whispering the little tall Indian brown Rabbit was going on and on. So I tried to walk by him when he stopped tugged my pant leg and told me we had to go. Go where I asked not surprised but jealous. He looked up at me with melting brown eyes and said we will be late if we don’t go right this second. But I reminded him that time passes by the hour here not the second. He reached into his pocket and told me to tamble and drink this little mini sized I mean I can barely see what it was he was giving me. I took the drink remembered to do a dramatic pause as I paused a light switched on in my right ear were the angelic masculine homosexual opera singer lives at that moment it came to me as slow as a snail with two lines of cocaine. This has been done before. I gave the rabbit an ugly bofana stair and told him that I would not operate he looked amazed in all his ear wax he never ever was turned upside down by his hind legs and thrown off the nearest bridge which I found it hard to believe since we were in a town of Black Power Nazis.
When he caught up with me flying with the kites he asked me why and why I wouldn’t go with him and why he was going to be late. I just played jazz music that let him know that all this had been done before; I mean it was a book and a few dozen movies by he now. He the rabbit never heard of it nor did he ever hear of Alice. I laughed and lent him the book. After he read it he apologized went inside a hardware store bought a gun and blew his little bunny rabbit brains out. Feeling sorry for him I cooked him ate him and threw his carcass down the hole.
He won’t be late now boor buggah.
© 2012 Abdul Batin Osman Bey
Abdul Batin Osman Bey
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