labor pains

RABBIT, RABBIT,
that's gosh-darned right mutha-uckas,
i've got good luck comin' correct at my face.....
it's the first of the month,
grab your checks and come on........

check out this nice gesture from my other philadelphia-area friends:

it's weird to enjoy seeing someone,
whilst barely actually even seeing them during the duration of their visitation.
next time?
something called 'laugh your face off'.
and some gun shootin', too.
active participation was invested in heavily.
they made dinner,
i made biscuits.
also,
by holmesian request,
i made my gastro-tastical bakery bombs,
the patented rock blocks:

chocolate-chip-coconut-oatmeal deliciousness.....
i may even make some 2xdouble chocolate ones,
berserker barbarian blocks, y'heard?
and send 'em out to these kids when they get home..... 

i'm not a city livin' easy breezy shiny shoehorn,
i'm a Folk Life warrior poet.
a woodsly goodfellow,
a collector of experiences,
and of elite stuff.
and i like too much, too little, too many, too few, too infrequently, and too often.
it is too true, too.
i go to eleven, b!tches.
sometimes, life just be's like that.
it is what it is, they say.
here's a sincere wish for appreciating what is,
instead of what could be...
what is is where it's at,
and where it will lead to.
probabilities and possibilities.
what IS.
that's the secret ingredient.
that's where sh!t like true love comes from.
what could be is the opposite of what just be's dope....
there's a difference and it makes all the difference.

i am not doing a mutha-flippin' thing for the next few days.
my hands are wrecked.
my whole world needs a break.
my house is empty for the first time in a month.
and i am trying to get some relaxation time a-poppin'.
here's to some fresh-faced dreams of thunderous fury.
no rest, ninjas,
only sleep.
real talk,
never quiet, never soft......