Friday, May 1

May Day.

rabbit, rabbit,
mutha-uckas.
gots to get up on that good luck shout out,
sending the signals that i'm ready,
for whatever the plan has got in the works for my A-hole.
it's the first day of may.
it's may day.
it's beltaine.
it's international worker's rights day.
it's time to dress like a commie
and burn the storefronts of corporate businesses.
or,
it's a day to express great gratitude to the goodness of the woods.
either way,
there will be fire, ya'll.
even though it's raining.
it may be in the form of a blazin' ragin' conflagration,
or simply the hot spit from my flaming lips....
but there will be burnt bits left behind by tomorrow.
today, however,
is a day for enjoying the multifaceted hottness
of the secret universal plan.
and for tattooing.
that's about 51% awesome, anyway....
i mean,
for the first first friday in a little minute,
i'm back at work,
blazing through some zippityzaps.
but,
i'm also meeting with financial advisors,
and accountants,
before i get busy gettin' busy.
i'm trying to determine how deep the unplumbed depths
of my economic situation even go.
that way,
when i take it deeper than ever,
i can at least approximate when i'll hit bottom.
may day may become mayday before i even get to work.
we'll see.

generosity, ya'll.
i've got gratitude ingrained in my bad attitude,
so i'm all set with thanks,
now it's time to get back to work on the giving.
word up.
contributions to my companions and co-conspirators.
i've got a month left up here.
my ninjas should get while the gettin's good,
and get busy alongside me and mine.
that's what generosity is all about.
sharing what i've got,
and where i'm at,
with all ya'll mutha-lickas.
bein' good to my duders out there.
that's some may day goodness right there.

i'm seriously tryin' to live along the lines of the vikings' vows.
livin' as hard and loud as i can.
and making sure that every day goes to eleven.
i'm all about making every day a special occasion.
the occasional and the everyday, even.
spanning time and space,
uncommonly, in every common place,
but never ever commonplace.
consecrating each footfall and tock of the clock,
with berserker barbarian battle-beast benedictions.
i've got a whole day of dopeness,
dourness, delightfulness, and dire doo-doo buttery deeds ahead of me.
i've got the winds of war and change at my back.
and i've got the secret universal plan all around me.
it's all really happening,
and so are we;
never quiet, never soft....

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