F* luck, make moves.

super-duper-stitions, son!
it's that black cat path crossing,
umbrella-indoor-opening,
mirror breaking,
ladder underside traversing,
jason voorhees hockey-demon
camp crystal lake-type jauns
all dang day today.
duders,
it's the thirteenth,
it's friday,
it's happening,
and it is ON like grey poupon.
no,
y'all pardon me, my ninjas.
is it really as unlucky as you duders would have me believe?
or,
is free will and control of my own destiny
gonna trump the remains of today?
my money is on an even split,
a tie score,
a double-or-nothing double dutch date
of spirit and memory watching the submarine races.
that's a dirt-dirty make-out session, y'know?
...so there's that.
***********
the jinx, neighbors.
i'm skeptical.
i mean,
the secret universal plan has no agenda other than
personal nutrient activation.
it's not trying to F* off our A*s.
it just beez like that, yo.
waiting and seeing,
and doo-dooing all the in-betweening.
*
lucky ducks and aw shucks warbucks,
it's all really happening,
live and on fire,
right now in the woodsly goodness;
never quiet, never soft.....