seriously.

useless cuteness?
activate the teleport:

c'mon, neighbors.
unless you're a huge piece of sh!t,
you know that's dope.
so there's no sense in being a tough-guy about it.
does it have a purpose?
other than making every little girl (and me)
say awwwwwww?!
i don't think so.
mostly it sits there and makes that face.
still,
that face is so flippin' 'tardedly expert that it may be enough.
i mean,
if i had that face?
i'd pretty much sit around getting oohed and aahed over, too.
alas,
i've got this chappy goat grill,
and therefore,
i've got to DO stuff to make it all happen.
yep.
rabbits have lucky feet indeed.
i guess i'm reppin' jinx hooves or somethin'.
*
speaking of crappy capricorns-
my homeboy alby, (with a Y; i know- gross)
and i had a moment.

barbarian boer battle-beast bonding, b!tches.
good times with horny, angry duders.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
don't worry,
two seconds past this phot,
he was back to butting heads and stomping faces
and generally discomfiting his stallmates without pause.
i'm just happy real recognizes real,
and he took a break to get his head petted
and behind his ears scratched.
sometimes,
it just takes a little gesture of kindness,
a gentle interaction,
a soothing second of reflection,
and a soft hand on your cheeks
to inspire new and untold levels of resentment and aggression
towards all the other other ones around you..
uh-huh.
hard styles never stop.
and nature is infinite.
that's why it always wins.
trip-trappin' an' that, my ninjas-
billy goats gruff;
never quiet, never soft.....