uh-huh.
that's what august means.
for real.
and today, my friends, is the day.
the first august rush,
the superior saturday calendar flip,
the big action, the big business, the big deal,
and all of it,
as of right now,
is neither very respectable, nor especially awe-inspiring.
awwwwwwww inspiring, maybe, but not much more as yet...
ha!
it doesn't even matter, neighbors.
nope.
not even a little, not even once-
the augustus-flavored gloop of a crowded clammy sad-turd-day
is not going to be what determines the dopeness of the immediate
and ensuing expert activation that occupies the next 31 days.
nope.
what matters most is the superlative superstition that got spat
as my eyes opened in the deepest depths of a full-moonlit midnight blue.
that's what's up.
y'gotta make sure you doo-doo the correct consonants,
purse your lips for the percussive repetition,
and show your lagomorphic incisers as you snap off a crisp ending.
that's the rules,
and mumblers aren't invited to fortune's favorable banquets, b!tches.
enunciate the proper pronunciation,
and the ethereal excellence of positive attraction will be all yours.
or not.
but who wants to disavow the magnetic pull of a forward-thinking folk tradition,
and just let the day happen without any sort of semi-celebratory exclamation
of gratitude, appreciation, and recognition of what has passed
and of what will happen next?
right?
make the day matter.
and it starts with waking up with the right syllables on your tongue,
and releasing the out into the wild auditory echoes of the finite but vast earthly realm.
soooooooooooo,
what do we do when the clock strikes, and the tomorrow turns over in the dark?
we say the magic motherF*ing words.
obviously.
and did we do what we were supposed to?
well,
i did, of course.
i said it, again and again,
once in the dark,
and another 'nother time at the dawn's earliest an' that-
rabbit, rabbit!
good luck,
as cultivated by coincidental call-and-response caterwauls.
i do that.
...and then i get back to work.
***********
so,
whenever the new hottness, or a new month,
or a new anything, really, gets going,
i really like to have a tasty treat for the occasion.
mmhmm.
i mean,
treats are good for you, in more ways than they aren't.
and that's no joke.
therefore,
you know i got it poppin' off here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
just so that i can enjoy something especially expert
while i'm ringing in the big august activation.
yeah.
i love a little cake with my new day, duders.
check the teleport:
and they're gluten-free?
aand they're full of chocolate chunks?
aaand they're the springiest, softest, cakiest jauns you ever did bite into?
wooooooooord.
plus, i mixed in so much cocoa with my melty chocolate,
for the most extravagant ganache'd icing i've made in a minute,
and slathered it all over the crispish tip-tops of those brown bouncy blocks.
mmmmm.
the drippy driz is my favorite sh!t, guys.
and with a few miniature chocolate chip sprankles on top?
it's an absolutely explosive amount of dark vegan magic,
and the overall effect is to render us all nearly-diabetic,
and totally satiated,
at the same time.
you know why i do it that way-
too much is the right amount,
and if i wasn't taking it to eleven,
i'd be taking myself out of the equation altogether.
we wouldn't want there to be less of me, would we?
oh.
my mistake, then.
so,
i s'pose i'll just keep all these treats to myself then?
no?
well, alright,
but let us agree that MORE treats is worth more of all the rest of this.
without everything, nothing would be anything.
whatever the F* that means;
never quiet, never soft.....
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