a decent december deuce?

goats.
i'm serious, duders.
i'm reppin' on those trip-trappin' bridge-burnin'
billy the kid-type jauns, y'all.
that's because goats are molto expert.
and you know how it is when i like somethin', right?
yep.
it's happening-
super-intensive goat-based reading and learning
and arthur-making and all of that.
it's non-stop full-on immersion in the big action.
c'mon.
december activation is hard at work elevating
my inspiration levels and creative juice quotient
to eleven.
that's right, neighbors.
abracadabra a la capra.
(that's that goat magic sh!t, son)
 i even drew a few more scribbley butt-heading boys
to bring that head-crackin' noise to you ninjas.
uh-huh.
i guess that's what's up?
check the teleport, and let me know:

bleating hearts.
get it?
deviltry, on four legs, with wings.

half goat half fish.
all crap-ricorn.

who is this guy?
i dunno, duders.
a faun?
an inverted satyr?
somethin', that's for sure.
yeah.
so.....
i've been layin' down a little tiny bit of lead
making goat heads materialize an' that.
i needed to doo-doo that chevre-type sh!t,
or so it seems-

goat heads!
it helps get the brain a-workin'.
i mean,
it's just some stimulation of my perceptions,
so that my XI-mas gift-giving generosity and gratitude
are fully-functioning and 111% operational.
that's no joke.
nobody likes getting an 'obligation' gift.
so i need to be on it like a worthy wizard of wrapping
and yule-logging lumberjackery,
so that the peoples i appreciate know what's up.
and to get it going,
it's all about goats.
uh-huh.
***********
december, my ninjas.
approaching winter
with encroaching increases in frostiness.
that's a cold deuce on the calendar,
full of holiday hottness.
it's happening, homies.
tundra-style yeti confetti action, yo.
you know-
abominable.
from my butthole to my abdominals.
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
i'm bellyaching and decorum-breaking
and earth-shaking my whole body rockin' torso
like a bigfooted sasquatch from the north.
making moves,
making pictures,
and making those movie-checks.
well,
maybe.
it's a fresh and frenzied  fa-la-la-la-friday,
the shoppers and weekenders and tourists
are all up in force,
and the woodsly goodness is ready and waiting.
so am i;
never quiet, never soft.....