RABBBBITRABBBBIT.

hey there, duders.
it's the first of february.
...finally.
jeez.
january really dragged it's lazy A* along, didn't it?
yeah.
a slow-motion limp,
a hobbled and humiliated hitch in time,
staying on long past the point of worn-out welcomes;
for far more time than manners would've ever deemed proper.
rude.
but,
like everything else,
it did finally end,
with a gasp, a grasp, and a disappointing lack of crescendo.
there's no need for a reflective pensive denouement
if there's no climax of dramatic apprehensive active participation.
oh well.
nobody ever leaves with the title,
unless it's the title to some property you owe money on.....
yikes.
well,
at any rate,
that's all over and done with now,
and we're reppin' february pretty flippin' hard.
it's B.H.M.;
it's valentine's time;
and today is the one year anniversary of living singly in the
Folk Life & Liberty Fortress as sole sovereign proprietor.
seriously,
it's been an entire twelve months worth of hermitage already.
yuuuup.
time flies by faster and faster in an outward increasing ever-widening spiral
of overlapping circles,
and it's all really happening all the time,
even when you're spanning it in a fugue state.
that's real.
moreover,
time keeps on going, and harder, and louder, and longer-
even when you need a little minute to catch your breath.
who knew that cardiovascular activity was so important
in the interest of keeping up with the unfolding creases
of the ceaselessly expanding secret universal plans.
huh?
oh. i dunno.
i'm just typing words borne out of a weeklong sleeplessness.
but,
here's the thing....
it's the first of the month.
a new picture on my calendar,
a new year of wood-horse lunar action,
a year's milemarker lodestone for doing my dirt all by my lonely,
and all of it accented, highlighted, punctuated, and underscored
by one word,
spouted out in a shout like a gout of percussive drumbeats
and slow rolling rattletrap r's....
y'know?
no?
oh, yes you do:
rabbit rabbit.
c'mon.
you know the rules.
i said it first and foremost,
as soon as my eyeballs opened up,
my mouthpiece followed suit.
i mean,
y'gotta keep your coincidences cultivated
in a fertile field of fruitful fortune an' that.
don't be dumb.
*
so i said the word, and then i said it again,
iterated and reiterated as an echo into the air...
neighbors,
i'm ready.
in fact,
i'm having cake.
check the teleport:

mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm.
peanut butter chocolate chip fudge,
in peanut butter brownie batter,
smothered in chocolate peanut butter marshmallow frosting,
with vegan toasted marshmallow sprankles!!!
brown on brown on brown on brown on brown.
i told you,
it's B.H.M.
and i doo-doo that freaky-diki earth-tone dessert-type sh!t.
there's plenty for everyone,
as long as you know where to come and get it.
i mean it.
teleport:

see?
i got it like that...
and what's more,
i'm inclined to share.
uh-huh.
you're invited to sample some of this expert business.
i'll be at work all damned day long.
if you know where that is,
i'll be waiting for you,
and i'll even cut you a slice myself.
today is the day.
the first day,
the rabbit-rabbit'd recital of new hottness,
the beginning of all kinds of new things.
this is it;
never quiet, never soft.....