rabbit!rabbbbbit!

i said it,
because that's what i do.
yeah.
the magic mantra,
the special speakeasy,
the conjuring consonants that constantly accompany the turn of the calendar.
you know what's up, by now,
and if not, i don't know where you went wrong,
but you are clearly pretty effed up.
it's the first of the month, neighbors,
and what do we do when it's the first of the month?
that's right.
we say the syllables that spell out a spell of ensorcellment,
because we doo-doo that cultivated coincidence style of sh!t.
c'mon, man,
get with it.
two bunnies, a pair of hares, a tandem of lop-eared lagomporphs,
you get it, you've got it, so i hope you did it.
what?
yes.
that's the stuff:
rabbit! rabbit!
pure magic, kids.
from pursed lips, at the cusp of wakefulness,
the very first thing that spits out from my face,
each and every first day of each and every month,
in order to attract good fortune and hot fire from the future,
live and direct to the unfolding and developing plots and schemes of the here and now.
mmmhmmm.
rules is rules,
and that's a thing.
and that's no joke.
speaking of hot fire,
how do we say goodbye to january?
and to times past, all of which ended on the 31st?
we burn things.
c'mon.
that's always the best way to move forward,
with burnt bridges and scorched earth and purification by pyre.
word up.
check the teleport:

i mean,
that IS lookin' pretty expert, right?
duders, i know!
my own personal barbarian henges cast long shadows on even the darkest nights.
i've got my systems,
i've got my ways and means,
and i've got standing stones and circles for sending sparks up into the sky,
without turning the woodsly goodness into a towering inferno this invierno.
yup.
what was i burning this time?
a lot of long-standing spent grass,
and a ton of pizza boxes:

hahahaha.
yeah.
i eat a lot of pizza,
and ampy d brings home an awful lot of leftovers.
i'm not saying she should power down more slices,
i'm just saying she should order better toppings, so i can finish what she started.
then again,
what would i have lit last evening if not for the lasting legacy of those leftovers?
secret purposes are at work here,
*
today is the day,
and there's bound to be a whole lot of it.
i've got valentine's plans to make,
and it's never too early to get crackin' on lovey-dovey doo-doo doings, duders.
that's for serious.
in the meantime,
i'm tattooing a whole lot of skulls today, all day,
and if that's not a precursor to romance,
well,
then what the F* is?
the first day is always the hardest;
never quiet, never soft.....