Some will kill, some will be killed. That’s the circle of life, though there are contradictions.

 There are no perfect circles anywhere in nature. But if you draw a circle with a compass and a big fat marker, a thick outline will make it seem perfect. I’ll give you a sense of perfection, you can be a lion, I‘ll be a rabbit.

I don’t need thick outlines, my metal box is starting to rot. 

I’m gonna go to a higher level. A rabbit, a suicide, a killer, evil, water overflowing from a glass… I’ll be whatever no one else wants to be. 

I’m sick of shameless outlines of people seeking happiness. 

They don’t wanna be rabbits. They just wanna eat rabbits.

 There’s no such jungle.