Poem - 3/6/2014

It seems as if the fates are sick 
of letting me find my way, 
as though the mask of control 
has been shattered and 
destiny is suffocating me.

The scars of stories slithering 
in my ears, ripping their way from 
the far reaches of my voice,
deep into the hollow stains of my eyes. 
The bright sharp snap of knowledge is pressing 
closer, whispering, heavy breathing and moist hisses.

It chuckles with a deep growl, 
mocking the candle of future reprieves. 
Could it swallow me up, softly holding me there, 
dripping heated screams
the color of lavender and cream

-Britny Musson

Update : The Bunny Saga Full Of Drama

Hey All,

Sorry for the hiatus. I've been quite the busy Bunny. If you follow my Tumblr, there have been more recent updates but I figured that you lot deserved a little bit of backstory for this past month.

I started vlogging again and have taken to being more honest and direct in my posts. As you can clearly see here:

Yikes, I was in quite the mood that day.

In other news, there was a Welcome To Nightvale live recording in Washington DC on Tuesday and I was lucky enough to have a ticket. The theater was packed and sold freshly baked giant Ho Ho's. It was a beautiful night. I even dappered up for the occassion:

Needless to say, a night with Cecil and the Nightvale Community Broadcast was exactly what the doctor ordered.

Oh, and I wrote a screenplay, which I am in the process of editing along with my novel.

And I met a boy, the one from the poem replies saga, and he is quite the swoon worthy accountant.

Its nice to have cuddles and snogging again. It will be sad when I leave in August but a meaningful connection is nothing to reject based on timing. 

Until next tme, and I promise that will be sooner than later,

B