rabbit, rabbit-

as usual,
i did what i always do-
i acceded to superstitious safeguards,
and i pulled that magic word sh!t out of a hat.
um,
if the hat is actually my mouth, though.....
uhhhh...hold on.
duders!
i said it, i meant it, i made it happen.
the first words out of my mouth on the first of the month.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
rabbit rabbit.
directly from my face,
percussive vibrations and resonant consonants
ricocheting and echoing and lashing out
like lasers from my larynx
into the ethereal ghostly concentric tantric overlapping
circles of thought and spirit and memory,
out and about along the universal secret plan blueprints,
and the woodsly mutha-flippin' goodness.
that's real.
and yet,
despite all the incantations and exhortations designed to
constructively counteract the crap attack that blitzkriegs
my A* every single day,
the angora horror of hard styles still abounds, neighbors-
teleport:

rabbit.
holy crap!
talk about being ugly, and being dope.
yeah!
there's lots of busted beasts of burden in lots of barns
at the fryeburg fairgrounds.
however,
real itsy-bitsy fuzzy bunnies are so F*ing cute.
yeah, that's right, i said it-.
they're cute.
is that gonna be a problem for y'all?
wordimus prime, ninjas,
i like bunnies.
so recognize.
and this next guy?
if his ear is to be believed, then s/he goes to eleven:

hey-O!
they just marky marker numbers on those jauns.
i like it.
useless cuteness?
mmm-hmmm.
you ninjas know it-
i've not-so-secretly been a sucker for that sh!t for decades.
ugh.
*
oh,
and i finally met some chicks, too:

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
figures,
they're ugly and black.
...just my type.
word up.
***********
cockspurs?
i think so:

gross.
the nail file and the toe clippers aren't priorities i guess.
*
every single thing about the fair,
except for every single other person there,
was dope.
for realsies.
and now,
a long october of separate sequences
of ferociously fun events awaits
the warrior poets and worthy woodsly goodfellows of the
Folk Life & Liberty Activation Society.
it's all really happening, kids.
and without it,
there's nothing;
never quiet, never soft.....