happy chinese new year of the wood horse!
yeah.
horses are weak sauce,
but what can we do about it?
nothin'.
awwwwww.
but,
what do we do when we doo-doo
that freaky-diki new year-style jauns over here?
hmmmm.....
should we rep red and gold stuff all day?
okay!
and make elite expert overstuffed dumplings?
okay!
and fire up wish lanterns and bonfires tonight?
sure thing!
that all sounds pretty good, huh?
yeah.
there's no reason that the frozen wastes
and the wee small hours left of the first phase of 2014.
y'know?
i know you do.
the thing of it is-
i still said the new yearly words words words first thing.
i'm not taking any chances, kids.
i said 'em in english-
rabbit rabbit.
and i said 'em in chinese too-
tuzi tuzi.
if there's good fortunes hiding out in the ether,
waiting to be called down with wordsworthy warrior poetics,
i'm definitely not gonna be the waterbaby who wimps out
on speaking the summons that starts it all off.
real talk.
so,
i'm gonna celebrate,
because i love reasons for doing extra sh!t.
just-because is the reason for always overdoing it,
but because-because is the right answer for taking it to eleven.
so,
in the interests of making today mean something to me,
despite my calendar reading western times and dates,
should i break out some marky-markers,
and hole-punch a pattern into some paper bags masquerading
as makeshift lanterns right now?
jeez.
probably.
i guess y'all should check the teleport:
yeah!
i'll make the most of nothing,
and make the worst out of everything else.
*
i do what i do,
because rules are rules,
and decrees are the only way i opine.
for realsies...
and my peoples know all about it.
check my latest greatest mailbox treat arrival,
a la the my-friends-are-better-type teleport:
a horn gavel???
yuuuuuup.
the cucch knows how to give a gift.
that's no joke.
site-specific and situationally-appropriate jauns
are the way the cultivated coincidence makes itself known.
nice.
i enact new rules and rules and rules;
i issue edicts;
and i expect that my way is the only way.
i rep a hard hard hard style,
but i do it with absolute sovereign authority.
why?
because i'm a bully and a brute and a bastard,
but i'm also right most of the time.
(i'm not bragging about it, i'm complaining)
*
neighbors,
it's the end of january,
which really couldn't have come soon enough for me.
thirty one days of doo-doo butter,
and the final nail in an epoch of epic ambivalence and defeat.
today is a day for beginnings and endings all at once.
cutting ties and burning bridges,
letting loose and pulling together,
forming new and improved bonds
and altering the application of infinite nature as per court orders.
wow.
all of that,
and all of it happening all damned day long.
today is unfolding at a full gallop,
loud, fresh, and hard;
never quiet, never soft.....
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