rabbit. rabbit.

i may have said it,
i may not have.
it's hard to tell what happens on restless nights
making the leap from pretend back to real,
and back again.
rabbit rabbit, friends.
it came mumbling out of my mouth at one point,
so we'll all have to just wait and see what kind of
secret universal experiments unfold this time.
popping out of hats to make the magic happen,
with quadruple amputation spellcasting capabilities.
i don't know, yo.
speaking aloud the supercilious superstition,
and letting it activate some lucky footsteps
down the path of awesome time-spanning treats
doesn't feel like it used to.
maybe i'm getting smarter?
probably not.
it's march, now.
a long procession through time and space
towards some kind of reawakening or some sh!t.
of course,
it's also a white-out windy snowstorm,
and maybe that's why i'm not feeling it.
or something.
snow day rabbit mantra transitional time travel, neighbors.
anything can happen.
that's a thing.
today is the day.
it always is.
i know i'm excited to see what other other kinds
of long nights and hard styles decide to stop by.
*
some A*-hole once told us-
'thinking IS doing something'.
uh-huh.
it's just not doing something good.
thinking ahead, on the other hand,
is proactive participation in the future.
i'm on it, all the way to the next level...
but,
-spoiler alert-
it doesn't look good.
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oh, by the way,
we're getting an actual blizzard.
a F*ing foot of wintry sh!t on my face.
so now we can see clearly,
rabbit rabbit was NOT the first thing i said;
never quiet, never soft.....