rabbitrabbitrabbitrabbitrabbitrabbit.......

every month,
every time,
every morning,
every first.
that's obsessive/compulsive superstition, y'all.
i doo-doo that proactive procurement type sh!t.
like a curator of cultivated coincidences,
carefully collecting the concentric circles
of spirit and memory from the creches and crofts
of my esoteric woodsly goodsly surroundings.
believe that.
oh, and also by waking up and shouting out loud:
rabbit-rabbit!!
thereby ensuring gallons of ensuing goodness
in the luck department for the next four and more weeks,
at least.
neighbors,
it's the first of the mutha-flippin' month.
and what a month.
wait,
what month?
october!
already, and again.
i'm reppin' anniversary time, berfday time, hallowe'en time,
and goonies-type hard-style-down-here-MY-time.
some highlights we can anticipate?
okay:
twelve years of tattooing.
eleven years of fatherhood.
zombie defense gun/paraphenalia debuts.
the fryeburg F*ing fair falafel glutton explosion.
c'mon.
october is what's up.
that's a thing
*
our buddy jim's berfday is today as well.
so too, is our littler buddy cullen's,
and our other other friend's daughter emile',
i guess new year's is a fertile time for conception, kids.
huh?
add it up.
some folks like more than a new year kiss, i guess.
word up.
withot it,
all these worthy mutha-uckas wouldn't be here
to participate and anticipate and dissipate all the hottness.
yeah!
october means cake, too i guess.
birthday cake, at that.,
...what's up, frosting?!
yum-4-tum, my ninjas.
***********
tonight is the night.
after whatever weak-sauce tattbomb buttsplosion
is in store for my A* at the studio,
it's time to open up my great big box of crazy.
huh?
oh, yeah,
i mean, my cahe of preparedness gear.
show-and-tell with peter and nate is on, tonight.
and that means bringing the thunder,
AND the body armor, with me.
full-grown adults playing dress-up?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
touching and licking all the gun parts, duders.
that's happening.
october is so dope already.
and it's not even 9 a.m.
*
folks,
october is pretty much the big action.
if you know of a better month,
keep it to yourself.
really.
worthy warrior poets,
savage stormswept gypsy lovers,
berserker barbarian battle-beasts,
and all the active participants know better.
october, kids.
loud fresh hardness,
for everybody.
...and their faces;
never quiet, never soft.....