rrrabbit, rrrrabbit.

sixty degrees during the day,
but snow overnight?
haha.
oh new england weather.
you got me again!
good one.
out like a lamb went march,
and in like a ram came april.
(i think it might've just been a wolf all dressed-up in disguise both times)

okay,
i guess that rhyme doesn't say what kind of april showers.
serves me right for assuming, i suppose.
and it was just a pissy plopped-off sheen of snow, after all-
but still, neighbors,
that's some straight-up fickle-fingered ma natural mood swing bullsh!t.
just sayin'.
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in other news, from other parts of the world,
it IS the first of the month again.
you know what THAT means, dontcha?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
it means it's time to cultivate coincidences.
that's right.
putting the secret universal plans to work for you requires the simplest
form of interactive participation,
and that starts with cloud-seeding, so to speak.
and speaking of speaking-
i said the magic words,
and i pulled them right out of a magic hat off the top of my mundane head.
for serious, y'all.
i woke up excited to say 'em,
and spray the consonants like bouncing baby babble out into the ether of the earth.
...and i did it, too.
yeah-
rabbit rabbit, mutha-b!tches!!
the many-meaning multiplier for good lucky charms is floating out into the air,
seeking synchronous synergistic energy to overlap and overwhelm and bend
to the worthy warrior poetic will of dramatic intent an' that.
imposition, kids.
that's what i'm seeking.
imposing my intent on the infinite nature of the world.
i think it may take more than a singsong spell cast in the darkness,
but that's a start at least.
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today is another one.
all day tattbombing.
ugh.
the hardest styles on the hardest parts.
a giant coverup of a coverup?
yeah.
i'm like a conspiracy theorist at this point.
get it?
(the worst)
i dunno, duders,
i'm such a busy bee, stinging away at the studio every day, nonstop.
but,
it won't be for a sexy new portfolio of sexy large-scale (not big-scale)
pieces of shredded, abraded, invaded skin and blood and bone.
nope.
no way.
it will be for those ever-lovin' movie checks.
a grand don't ever come for free, friends.
and i'm scratching and surviving like the end of the F*ing world is near.
...and y'know what?
maybe it is.
i'm back on that grind again,
and it's wearing me smooth.
rabbit rabbit.
that's all folks;
never quiet, never soft.....