new moon new year.

hey there.
happy new year.
huh?
oh, yeah.
sorry, white people,
i'm talking about the lunar new year.
the one that the most populous populace of people celebrates.
that's asia, ninjas.
recognize.
we had the new moon an' that.
the cosmic do-over.
the pre-dawn of a whole new year, even.
without a shiny circle in the sky,
it's always darkest before dawn,
but when the lighthouse in the air is turned off,
that darkness is pretty much constant after dusk.
that's what makes it so dope.
deep cover, ya'll.
the blackest night.
that's when the worthy life-living participants get busy.
in so many ways.
from do-dirt ninjas,
to doo-doo buttery ninjas,
to do-the-right-thing mutha-uckas,
me, her, him, and the rest of my peoples,
(that includes you)
are exactly what goes bump in the night.
ghost circles, right?
life cycles and spirits and memories.
really real sh!t.
we get it goin' on,
and in those extra-long lightless expanses,
we bump.
that's a bass-boosted head-nod affirmation,
that real life is what's up.
from the low-end rattle in your trunk,
to the poppin' and lockin' junk in the trunk,
we bump.
but for all our bumpin' (and grindin')
suckas better watch who you callin' spooks, though,
and that's no mutha-lickin' joke, son.
we're bumpin'.
and sometimes,
us ugly-lookin' duders are bumpin' uglies, too.
whaaaaaaat?
uh-huh,
we doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
we get busy gettin' busy.
we got work to do;
moths, y'heard?
save that butterfly fancypants crap for the daylight-
we come out in the blackest nights,
and do what we do.
it's our time.
night time.
dinner time.
bed time.
sleepy time.
dream time.
life time.
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a new moon.
it's the same one, actually.
just reprising it's role as
the invisible black bowling ball in the sky.
but,
while the stars may seem brighter by comparison,
what with the absence of reflected lunar luminescence,
it's still kind of comforting to know
that the orbiting orb of wolfman masterwork
is still hanging out up there;
it's only under cover,
out back, behind the deepest and the darkest an' that.
kind of like the secret universal plan, ya'll.
just because you can't see it,
that doesn't mean it's not still there.
word.
a dark, deep, rich and luxurious blackness.
that's the heavens paying out props to black history.
a whole evening of velvety sky.
and,
a new year to boot.
another other 'nother new beginning.
we got that.
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i'm taking back darkness for the hottness.
i got black st*r playin brown skin lady.
i'm on that type of sh!t.
i'm talking about being positive.
dark times, dark ages, dark thoughts?
that's a little too negative for me.
darkness as an absence of illumination?
maybe.
it's defined as the absence of light.
but i'm reppin' on dark chocolate,
dark-roasted coffee,
dark brown sugar,
and sweet-juicy dark berries.
any and all elite dark definite dopeness.
that kind of darkness is what's up.
that's right, new yearlings.
i'm sipping a kickass coffee.
i drink it black, kids.
you know it.
just like my mama:
large, black, and strong.
on the inside;
never quiet, never soft.....