RRAAAAAAABBBBBITTRRRRABBBBIIITTTTTT

today is the day.
the first of october.
the best beginning to the best month,
and you'd best believe i said the words
that start it off the way it's supposed to go.
F*ing right, neighbors.
i mean,
what am i?
an A*-hole?
yeah,
that's probably a thing, i'll bet...
but anyway,
i said what needed to be said,
the first words as the clock chimed in the middle night,
and the calendar page turned one leaf closer to the finish line.
duders,
i say it when i wake up too, just in case.
i'd rather not be sorry i was lazy and overconfident
in my ability to conjure cultivated coincidences.
uh-huh.
at any rate,
the thing got spoken, a couple times,
over and over,
because i doo-doo that get-lucky-right-off on the right foot-type sh!t.
and there were visual aids involved, too.
teleport:

RABBIT, RABBIT!.
yeah.
i'm about that sort of thing.
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oh,
and i also did what i came to do, too.
check the fours-and-fives-type teleport:

yuuuuup.
more and more falafel, b!tches.
i do what i do because it's just what is done.
i really love them.
hard.
that's what happens.
i find something good,
and i overdo it-
because too much is never not the right amount.
october the first means there will be falafel today, too.
of course.
anything else would be the opposite of hurting myself,
and we all already know that if there is a wrench laying around,
waiting to be thrown in the works,
i'm obligated to choose it for the work i'm about to do.
the right tool for every job, y'know?
hard styles and tight nuts,
wrenches are the way we make the magic happen up here.
it has to hurt before it can heal,
and every injury comes with added insults,
just to take being a big, fat, fried F*ing pig to eleven.
the other option would be to take it easy,
but if i was gonna do that,
i wouldn't have said my rabbit-rabbit-y
spell-spat secret insurance policy.
right?
c'mon.
i plan ahead to self-destruct.
smart.
*
ummmm,
i've got nothing else for y'all.
there's no secret wisdom,
no special message.
today really is the day, though.
introductory octoberism.
it's gonna be an expert day,
unless you decide to F* it up.
a word of advice?
don't.
yeah, you're welcome;
never quiet, never soft.....