MAY DAY, mayday mayday

'the most important time is now, the most important person is the one you are with,
and the most important thing is to do good for the one by your side' -Tolstoy, (the 3 ?s)



in order for mayday, the distress call to be taken seriously,
you have to beetlejuice it.
3x in a row, so as not to confuse it with similar sounding words...(?)
hayday, melee, bay-bay (like baby, only gangster)
international distress calls. help is on the way. over.
mayday mayday mayday, its MayDay, where's the matches,
 or should i just spit hot fire?
 
i had a fever and the shakes last night. rehab style.
relax, kids, it was from the tattoo i got yesterday.
i knew it was gonna happen, so i guess i can't say too much in the way of complaints,
but man, sweaty and cold, tired and sleepless? weak sauce ya'll, oozin' out.....
that kind of incapacitation should excuse my lack of phone skills last night, sorry.
it was past due that i got tattooed however, and sick or not, it was good to get it started.
i even wore socks with lobsters on them, and underwear, too!! black ones- slutty, y'know?
(it was the first time in 8 exact years, vanilla sky style, yo.)
thats one clean outline, hip, knee, ass-leg, i'm sayin':

 MayDay, ya'll. i made sure to say 'rabbit,rabbit' this morning. so, good luck for me all month.
i'm tellin' you, i am ON it, today.
overnight i have developed a raspy old black guy with tuberculosis blues singer cough....
like George Jefferson on his weddin' night, im fu*kin' wheezy.... word up.
but still and all, its MayDay. feel free to wear a 'chairman Mao' shirt, make a sign,
and protest the unfair working conditions shared by you, me, & every single brownish person you've ever heard of. make sure you buy your poster paints and paper at Wal*Mart, too. you suck. hahaha.
for really real though, beltaine excellence is happening today.
do you know that the two maydays are actually color coded? MayDay-Red is the commie-influenced workers holiday USSR parade one,
and MayDay-Green is the pole with ribbons, bonfire, irish bagpiper, wiccan fruithole danceparty.
i am wholeheartedly suggesting we observe MayDay-Brown. thats what happens when red and green get mixed together.
brown, yo, like good soil, like the good earth 
(not the pearl s. buck one), 
like doo-doo butter. you pick which brown, i guess. 
( i suggest chocolate, or coffee, NOT doo-doo butter)
i guess what i mean to say is, in real talk, everyday is what you make it.
the hottness exists because of how you make it, not where you make it. the woods, the city, wherever.
you absolutely must read Leo Tolstoy's 'the three questions'. it helps.
read the whole thing HERE. take it easy, its short.
 john muth adapted it into a childrens book, 
which is also dope. you need it. you really do.

make your own occasions. 
celebrate everdays as holidays.
make events out of routines.
thats barbarian battle-beast dopeness.
thats the drumbeat.
thats word, son. 

grilling food tonight doesn't count.
bum-bin trash flames, riot-flavored cocktails, flamethrowers,
make it happen.
hot fire is compulsory.
byth tawelwch, byth llaith