RABBIT!! RABBIT!!!

neighbors,
you'd better believe i said it this time.
last year i messed up and shouted out the wrong warm welcome
to the brand spanking new diaper-baby new year,
and it turned out to be the worst one on record.
-SO hard.
and that made for a truly suckie last time, on the realsies;
...but,
that's not how it got poppin' this time b!tchbags!
that's right.
we shouted it out loud, fresh, and hard-
RABBIT! RABBIT!!
because we activate that expert magic word sh!t like worthy warriors an' that.
ringing in the new hottness,
and ushering out the old busted jauns with hate in our hearts for that weak sauce.
yeah!
recognize.
we even wore our party hats.
check in on that calendar script-flippin' page-turner teleport:

what-whaaaaaaaat!??!!?
lightning striking viking valkyries of Folk Life & Liberty, son!
strangely,
my estranged wife made mine, and had it here waiting for my head to fill.
huh?
i know, right?
one good hat does not make a gentleman though, yo.
so we popped off on the jump-off like a tribe of brutal blurry barbarians.
out of focus and burnt out, flashburnt and sleepy-seeded...
who has the essential nutrients of of party time excellence?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup:

it's us.
young and beautiful, old and busted.
that's that auld lang syne type business, duders.
oh, c'mon. you like it.
we get activated.
because we're expert.
F* the jinx, jerks,
we're gonna make 13 work for us-
you know the drill-
it's all really happening,
and today is the day.
happy new year;
never quiet, never soft.....7x45. even the new year can't fix that.