rabbit, rabbit!!!!!

shout it out loud-
yeah.
that's right.
the magic words.
mmhmm.
the four syllables that cultivate coincidences in a favorable format;
the mantra that magnetizes good luck and attaches it to your person;
the spoken spell that summons beneficence to your breast,
and lets it suckle those man-teats upon your heaving bosom,
and siphon off sustenance in exchange for bestowing ethereal well-being
to the rest of your corporeal form.....
ummm.
nope.
that last one is NOT how it works.
neighbors,
it's the first of the month.
y'know what that means?
correct.
it means that rules is rules,
and there are things that bear repeating.
more accurately, one word bears repeating loud, fresh, hard, and proudly....
...and you KNOW i said it like i was s'posed to-
what?
oh, yes, you do too know what it is.
it's the gosh-danged title, for crying out loud.
word(s)-
rabbit, rabbit!!!!!
a little practical pronouncement, through pursed lips, and clenched teeth,
out into the universe, in hopes that it's echo will act as a homing beacon for
positive outcomes, or at the very least, to supplant malfeasance with neutrality.
y'feel me?
oh well.
you guys don't care about the talking parts, am i right?
you just wanna look at treats.
alright, alright, alright......fine-
check the lagomporphic-ley-line-type teleport:

word up.
there you have it.
if you play the sh!t that they like,
the people will come;
it's as simple as that.
treats, not feelings, not thoughts, not superior superstitions, not even a little.
it's all about the stuff that gets made,
not the process of imagining that leads there.
thinking is doing something,
but thinking won't bake a F*ing treat, will it?
nope.
it's up to ovens and hands and bowls and spatulas and the like.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t,
and i'm writing to let you know about it:
chocolate, two ways,
over strawberry chee'cake filling,
in puff-pastry tartlets.
sweetened ground chocolate frosting, exxxtra buttery and smooth,
and melted dark chocolate stripes,
on a oh-so-light-and-subtly-lemony powdered strawberry fruit flour-infused
confectioners sugary creamchee' and tapioca pie creme,
in crispy, sugar and butter and creamchee' puff pastry minimuffin-sized cups.
i added the sweetness to the pastry, and it made a HUGE difference in the consistency.
they get that crispity-crawnch when there's sugar in with the fats.
i like 'em more than ever before.
*
rabbits, and may, and the first of the flippin' month.
all of it,
right now,
is really happening as hard as it can.
what am i doing about it?
i'm gonna eat a whole pan of treats;
i'm gonna zap a whole day of tattoos;
i'm gonna motormouth my way through every overt and covert conversation,
competently communicating the effects of the caustic causeways that condemn me
to bitter berserker barbarian battle-beastly bard business at the beginning of every day.
that's a thing.
there are harder styles sprouting up like may flowers,
and longer days transitioning to impossible nights.
i said the thing that i say-
rabbit, rabbit.
and i do the things i do-
which is a whole lot of everything, and all of it,
every last little teeny tiny bit;
every drip and drop, zip and zap, scratch and sniff, smash and grab;
the whole thing, every time, all the time,
is an  exercise is enduring another near-lethal dose of life.
ew.
it's already may,
and no, you may not;
never quiet, never soft......