word up, duders,
it's full blown february, SON!
you know what i did?
i pulled a rabbit rabbit out of my mouth
like a magically tricky treaty on good fortune
first flippin' thing as the clock spun and the calendar flipped.
heck yeah, i did.
it's the first of the mutha-ucking month, my ninjas.
i said my charming chant about bunnies,
and now it's time to tune up some Tea aNd Toast
before we begin some next level futuristic hottness.
what?
oh, y'know....
bass-boosted battle-beats and demonic drum thumping,
and taking it to eleven like pipers piping an' sh!t.
rowdy ruddy rudimentary hot rod ones, probably even.
yeah,
you're right-
it would've been marginally more appropriate to
redline at 10 like those lords a-leaping,
just like the year, y'heard?
...but only because we get to enjoy a twenty-ninth day
of this cold, bleak, stormswept savage gypsy wasteland.
awww, c'mon.
at least there's probably gonna be vegan chocolates
for our so-F*ing-in-love faces and hearts and parts,
and that's only a few weeks worth of spanning away.
yep. for those romance-type jauns an' that.
and just to let my rose-colored necktards know
what's up with B.H.M.,
we've got a nonstop loop of loud, fresh hardness
being pumped up at volume throughout the hills
and the dales and the dwellings of the
woodsly goodsly white mountainous northern extremes.
we doo-doo that 'hood soundtrack attack, kids.
***********
it's breakfast, neighbors.
no,
i already told y'all what we ate this morning...
i'm talking about the end of my abstinence.
remember?
yeah.
the material fast is over.
no more responsible expenditure-restraining.
that sh!t is over and done with, duders.
which means it's time to burn through
a few of those movie checks i made yesterday.
woooooooooooooooooord.
i might get a fancy toaster oven.
huh?
oh, F* you.
it's my money, and i'll do with it what i please.
that's right.
early starts and late nights
and only one day off to get rad on
all the big action i want to activate.
quick like a bunny,
and jacked like a rabbit-
it's all really happening,
it's all really february;
never quiet, never soft.....
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