RABBIT, RABBIT!!!
it's july!
month number lucky seven.
named after my homeboy;
y'know,
the one who dropped the science when it came down to it;
fortune favors the bold.
that's some sh!t, ninjas.
in fact,
that's the big action.
the super summer startup month.
i need an orange julius just to mark the calender flip.
word.
just be dope.
thought i'd remind you that you have a choice.
from sun-up to dusk,
from your first breath until your death.
being dope, or F*ing right off.
it's important to choose the right one.
i'm just saying.
it's july;
the month when patriotism ,
and red white and blueballs start swinging around all big and bad.
i'm personally reppin' Folk Life & Liberty.
that's real life,
larger-than and small scale,
at the same time.
just being dope,
every single day.
i mean, that's how us berserker barbarians get busy after all.
livin' free and dyin' hard an' that.
death is not the worst of evils.
the most important adult in my life is having a big day soon.
jess's birthday is on friday.
don't forget.
i'm excited to mark a major milestone with my sweet honey lady.
i can't promise i'll be supplying balloons,
but i can't say that there won't be any, either.
i'm sure i can rock some type of hindenburg berfday blastoff.
full of hot air and spitting hot fire;
by the time the last candle goes out,
we'll all be ready for a slice;
never quiet, never soft....
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