wu-TANG!, mutha-lickers.
it's here.
the end of the year,
the XI-mas season,
the whole shootin' match.
december, in flippin' full effect, my ninjas.
did i wake up, bright eyed and cognizant
of the subtle changes incurred by
the secret universal planagram being forced
by the passage of time to flip a b!tch and turn a page
on the calendar, all the way to the very last one?
you'd better believe it, broski.
december!
the best thing about december?
november is done, duders.
that's a thing, and a welcome one at that.
the very first word out of my massive manly mouth?
RABBIT!, twice in a row.
a good luck infusion activation recitation, y'all.
those nutrients need replenishing,
and the only way to get it going on
is to shazam-a-bam-a-lama the magic mantra.
c'mon.
in any case, i'm not quite sure it's working,
by my super-duper-stitions tell me i have to keep keepin' on.
so i spit that hot fiery bit of hare-bit thin-lipped
directly into the ether,
and it'll either work, or it won't.
then again,
it's not november anymore,
so just maybe the butt-ugly lucky duckiness has already started.
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yep.
it's definitely time to kick out the XI-mas jammie-jams.
our tree is fully operational,
the gifts are beginning to accumulate,
and the spirits and memories of the
past, present, and future are congregating
in the woodsly goodness.
i can feel it, neighbors.
the holiday hottness,
complete with decked halls and all of that sh!t.
the even better news?
it's warm outside.
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
you wintry mixers can keep all those arctic blast-type jauns,
i'll take a subtly sweatery weather reality until
winter officially gets crackin',
and that noise doesn't get busy until the 22nd.
coincidentally,
my littler lovely lady, miss maple star, turns 10 on that very day.
that's right, friends.
both of my baby girls are gonna rep double-digits from now on.
awwwwwww, MAN!
as if the silvery streaks of hair,
and all those crow-footed, raven-toed wrinkles on my face,
which just don't seem funny enough to call laugh lines,
weren't enough to mar my mood with time's poorly-planned
passage towards the ever-lovin' bitter ends of itself.
yep.
hard styles go hand in hand with living that real-style life, yo.
fact.
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goats.
i'm kinda on that big busy business right now.
goats are kind of what's up.
it must be that capricorniness in my blood, duders.
i dunno.
all i'm sayin' is-
i think i like goats.
stubborn, recalcitrant, horny, horned, bearded, and adaptable.
heck yes, kids.
they've got all the most important attributes for any and all
worthy barbarian battle-beasts.
you could even say i'm inspired by those chappy cabras.
here's another 'nother doo-doo-doodle of those dudes:
like a regular pannie-man, an' that.
oh, c'mon.
goats.
december.
XI-mas.
all good things,
all really happening.
today is the first day of the last month
of the whole year.
time out;
never quiet, never soft.....
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