Female Rabbit
“From the sayings of Nachbaur; the Little Chimpanzee in Pants”
Hi there!
Mr. Water Distributor here:
“She herself was no beauty.
She had dark skin,
and a problem in breathing.
The only chance of hers
was her heavy hair
which was dyed in multiple colors.
She would borrow a huge fake golden watch for an hour,
before recording for YouTube.
On her channel,
She would talk about make-up and when she claimed it to be light, it was heavier than summer rain.
And her towels and toilette table were equally worn-out.
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Once she invited subscribers of her channel to the restaurant:
“What’s your idea about ‘a feminine gathering’?”
In that gathering, a woman criticized her videos were irrelevant to their title.
Another said you are sponsored by no quality make-up brands and your techniques are wrong and damaging.
Another joked that there is a video game to her name: The Rabbit.
She- I mean the Rabbit- tried to put on a look in her eyes that penetrates with feminine welfare, but she still seemed like a puppet.
And she played with her hungry lips,
to demonstrate some mimic of actors and actresses.
Another lady who was more philosophical said: “You seem to believe in nature and no nurture. And you certainly don’t have any idea how to translate concepts into make-up facts. And you are bare, not nude. You don’t understand light and have no sensibility towards it. You always tend to be in closed spaces. You also don’t understand color.”
When she felt that she is being accused of lack of knowledge, she tried to take her glasses out of its case and wear them. I could add to Mrs. Philosopher’s comment: “She just knew blue among all colors, as if she was happy that she is not recording in black and white and has stepped out of color-less-ness. And it was the color of sea and sky.
As everybody would agree.
She was like Heidegger in the very phase of proving her own existence, far from sass and make-up.
She loved big huge brushes.
And she was so Dickensian:
Her nose seemed like always feeling disgusting smells and whenever you saw her, you would think that weather is chilly. She was an earring-less woman, something that I can’t stand.
End of Mr. Water Distributor’ speech
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