spring!!!!

it's the vernal equinox, my ninjas!!
that means it's spring!
wu-TANG, mutha-'uckas!
the first day of the warming, brightening rebirth of the world.
uh-huh.
and looking outside makes me think exactly that.
check the groundhog-is-a-d!ck teleport:

awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
yuck.
it's a heavy sloppy slogging slumber-party pillowfight
of last-minute ruining of the environmental outdoor celebration jauns.
or,
it snowed a dirty-diaperload of doo-doo buttery dander all over the
woodsly F*ing goodness and now we're reburied under the sh!t.
huh?
c'mon.
it's supposed to be a sunny melty wet muddy mess outside.
instead,
it's a lion in winter, all over again.
ma nature, y'all.
another embittered and brutal woman,
flaunting her fickle favors on the mountains and the trees an' that.
happy spring, b!tches.
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it's also my ma's happy berfday.
that's real.
and without mama bear,
there'd be no baby bear,
and we all know baby bear is just right.
(which we also know is measured by being too-much)
you know it, neighbors.
springtime brings the noise,
and by noise,
i mean the sound of plowtrucks and not much else.
i think the scraping blades and mounded mountains of last-minute ice and snow
are somehow spelling out 'Happy Berfday' in peaks and valleys.
yeah.
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so we got arctic bukakke'd all over our roads and lawns and everywhere else.
it's gross.
and wet.
and heavy as heck.
we are burdened by the weather,
and we are weakened by the sauce.
springtime is not winning yet, duders.
but let's give it a little minute, okay?
yeah.
it may actually get better.
not today, probably,
but sooner than later,
there has got to be an even newer beginning to the new beginning,
and an even newer heat to the new hottness.
until then,
we're looking for crocuses under a foot of fresh snow.
it's all really happening,
each frozen degree frozen in time for our F*ing faces;
never quiet, never soft.....