thirty-three.

thirty-thr33 years old!
in a row.
i woke up to a delicious vegan extravaganza!
french-pressed coffee, soy-sages (sausages pronounced with a long island accent?),
polenta, and tofu scramble.
AND that incredibly well-presented pile of parcels....
i have been spoiled.
my peoples know what's UP!
i'm sayin', my ninjas,
jess has been takin' incredibly considerate, concentrated care of me all day.
props are due for all the phone calls, emails,
an' all the other forms of well wishin' goodness i've received today.
my first official birthday call came from mr. michael holmes,
because at 9:30p.m. last night, my time,
it was already well into january seventh, his time.
smooth, indeed.
even the winter weather warzone in my backyard is itchin' for ignition.
tonight, ya'll;
i'm closin' out day 1 of 'birthday week' with:
chocolate cake, cohibas, candles, close-quarter combat, cuddles, conflagration, clausthaler,
carnal conduct, the works.

i am grateful for all the time i have been given.
all 33 years worth.
here's some useful? information about the magic number.

check out my horoscope action;
today's b-day, mutha-uckas.
that's that big business big time special forecast you only get once a year,
brought to you by holiday mathis, oracle of the celestial signs:
TODAY'S BIRTHDAY (JANUARY 7). Your sense that the best is yet to come couldn't be more accurate!
What lies ahead is substantially more thrilling than anything you've already experienced.
This month there's an irresistibly challenging job with your name all over it.
Your relationship with a loveable character this spring enhances your quality of life.
Taurus and Pisces adore you.
Your lucky numbers are: 7,11,11,11,11, 33.
(i made that last bit up, you got me)

i'm reflecting.
reviewing.
resonating.
recognizing.
realizing.
reciprocating.
recycling.
spirit and memory, kids,
especially today,
swirling smoke ring contrails from the barbarian bellows i'm blowin' out all those candles with.
wisdom, ya'll.
the implied byproduct of combining experience and information.
what is + what's really happening = understanding
that's the big action.
and i don't want to miss out on that now, do i?

oh,
and there's that new masthead up there at the top of the page, too.
short and thick,
occassionally considered superior to long and skinny.
i think this is one of those times.
wisdom, and understanding,
as in: illumination.
a lightbulbous beacon drawin' in all the just-be-dope moths who do what they do.
add in a splash of be-my-honey beestings,
and the woodsly goodness,
and there you have it.
the last lil' bit of art from my last day at age 32.
it's a metaphor,
but it's all really happening.
that's the whole point.

happy birthday, to me;
never quiet, never soft...