RAAAAAABBIT. rabbit.

yeah!!
"rabbit, rabbit".
say it loud, fresh, and hard, mutha-'uckas.
that copycat pronouncement,
that top-rate oration,
that ditto declaration,
is how we get it poppin',
once it's time to flip off and over on the prime page
of the new month on our yearlong catalog of days.
the first words out of my mouth
on the calends, duders.
and you know i repeat them
like a spellcasting wizard of odds.
c'mon.
like,
increasing the odds of superstitious good luckiness.
i doo-doo that.
and i'll be honest, neighbors.
i feel pretty miki-flippin' lucky.
not just because i woke up.
not even because i woke up next to my expert wifey.
not even because i woke up in the real world of the woods.
but lucky like an ugly duck,
just because i'm on that celebration-type jauns...
today is the day, kids.
our two year anniversary of home ownership
in this our worthy warrior's abode.
it's pretty much our own epic valhalla.
except we didn't die in battle to get here,
and we're not drunken scandinavians.
but otherwise, you know.
this morning,
just like every morning,
the elite feat of living at eleven,
is in F*ing full effect.
yuuuuuuuup-
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
two years' worth of inhabiting the turbo-hottness.
two years into our reign of triumph,
and we're reppin' on a righteous residence.
that's why i'm hollering and howling
and beaglesquely baying the syllabic conjuring
of rabbit-rabbity suerte summoning.
that's a thing.
rabbit, rabbit.....SON!!
***********
it's august.
and that's dope.
tomorrow,
my two littlest lovely ladies are scheduled
to return to the realm of active participation.
that is to say,
we are picking up harvest and maple in massholechussetts.
for three weeks of family togetherness,
and waterbabyless spirit and memory reclamation.
august is our time, y'all.
bread and puppet on the 14th?
yes,
of course, you're invited...
that's on a sunday,
and now you've got two weeks notice.
so start planning mutha-lickers.
like i said-
spirits and memories.
we've got both types of pure being activation.
life is happening up here.
no joke.
august.
by definition, duders.
i'm on that noble, greatly revered, ever-increasing,
awe-inspiring venerable-type sh!t.
a whole month of that, even.
origami blueprints, kids.
unfolding outward, and expanding inward.
concentric overlapping smoke ring ghost rings
of concentrated goodness and woodsly realness.
that's no joke.
that expert light,
the warm winds of change and answers,
the shift from sow to weed to reap.
it's all really happening.
here more than there,
and now more than ever.
Folk Life & Liberty.
recognize,
and keep it real;
never quiet, never soft.....