and i was all like-
'not if i see your b!tch-A* first!'
haha.
you guys aren't about to glimpse me anytime soon, either.
i stayed up late, as usual.
steady creepin' the clock, keeping my sleepy peepers peeled for
the satellite-linked digital touch-screen display to strike twelve,
and for the date to transition into a whole other 'nother new month.
that's real.
i want to make sure i said it, neighbors.
y'know?
yeah.
that's right.
first thing out on the first minute in.
magic words.
spellcasting.
sorcerous summonings.
cultivating coincidences.
super-duper-stitions of good luck, good fortune, and good news.
(you'd almost think i'd have learned better by now, huh?)
so here it is.
today.
the first day.
the premier of a sunny, salty, slippery september, even.
yuuuuup.
i waited and waited,
and with a whisper, and then again with a yell,
and with all the focused intentions of conjuration i called down the
favorable outlooks and bountiful blessings and boons
of an otherwise-indifferent secret universal plan.
y'gotta get it's attention, friends.
i said what needed saying, again and again,
and again when i opened my eyes after only a few hours of sealing them shut.
you know the lyrics by heart, i hope:
rabbit, rabbit!
i want all the good stuff,
and i'm drawing attention to myself through the foggy, misty messiness of
the interconnected overlapping smoke rings and ghost circles of spirit and memory.
boom.
that's what's up.
*
also,
i made a treat.
nobody should show up to a new month empty handed.
ew.
i mean, c'mon-
that's what poor people do.
don't get me wrong,
i want good fortunes, for sure,
but i'm working for 'em, and i'm working hard, at that.
plus, i brought cake.
seasonally-appropriate. site-specific, seasonally-seasoned sweetness,
for all the other other worthy warrior poets and funny homey bunnies
in this wild woodsly goodness.
mmhmmm.
check the september-type teleport:
it's upside-down cake.
uh-huh.
i know, right?
super expert.
caramelized local early red apples layered on the bottom of the cake pan,
so when we flip it for real,
the top is loaded with brown-sugary cinnamon sexxxiness.
plus,
the remainder of 'em went right in the raw sugar and molasses batter,
so even the spice cake crumb has apple magic mashed up throughout!
yup.
ginger, and nutmeg, and all the goodness of a septemberical
super-official 'splosion of hottness all right here, ready and waiting for us
to munch up on a little tiny bit.
plus,
i got that swirly frame of cinnamaplecreme frosting,
because that's the right way to doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
believe it.
i love a bunch of buttery goobieblops,
especially when they're activated even more,
with real maple syrup an' that.
mmmmmmmm.
i know what's really real,
and i know about what's good.
i've got spat-rabbits coming out of my mouth,
and apples rolling in.
it's all really happening,
today,
and there's likely to be more of it before nightfall;
never quiet, never soft.....
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