this is it, kids.
the first of the month,
and it's also a day for dancing around a stick or something,
and also also it's a distress call to all of y'all,
so that you know there's a mutha-F*ing emergency happening
right this very minute,
in real time three hundred and sixty degree high definition surround sound
stereophonic full effect.
that's right!
today is the day,
and it's got to be one hell of a good one.
first things first, on the first,
i spoke the spell that seals the deals and cultivates the fortuitous coincidences
that conduct echoing infinite electric expertism,
live and direct through the soil and the sky,
with the circuit closed by my soles, soul, and palms....
yup.
the magic words, neighbors,
straight off of my pursed and percussive pout,
and out loud, proud, and uncowed into the universe
for maxxximum may daily dopeness:
rabbit! rabbit!
yeah, i said it.
rules is rules.
i don't play around on may day, but i DO burn things.
it's s'posed to rain later, so that'll be somethin' to enjoy,
with a pipe and a slicker and a stinkyheaded bull terrier,
we'll blast up a big batch of beltaine burliness,
but only after we do what we're meant to do.
what?
you know.
yep.
THAT'S really why today is the day, duders.
it's the first, and it's sunday,
and in conjunction with beltainted love,
and social anarchist red and black workers' rights sh!t,
and the pole with the streamers,
and the magic flippin' words,
there's something else that's supremely expert
that happens to happen when the calendar flips it's sh!t,
and day one is on the topmost left corner of the page.
word up.
it's SANDWICH WEEK!
and that's some other other big biz altogether.
so what do we do about it,
fresh off the hop, straight from the jump, and top of the list?
that's gotta be munching up on a TCBLT.
check the teleport:
Tofu, Carrot, Baconish, Lettuces, and Tomato,
you got it.
on a multiseed fancy bagel, buttered and toasted on the stove,
fattened up with vegenaise,
and really just a damn great way to kick off the whole fiesta.
fresh to death,
louder than a perfect ten,
harder than naughty dog's head.
yup.
it's all really happening,
and that's the whole point.
i said the things you say,
and i'm doing what needs to be done-
active participation, intention, attention, invention, and a decent dose of convection
have got me one hundred percent ready and willing to bring the most furious,
ferocious, raging stormswept savage shark gluttony to the table.
eight days a week, like it's a whole other full-time job.
today is the day.
the first one of a series,
tonight is the night,
the premier, the debut, the season opener,
and i'll be honest,
i've been waiting five months for this,
and i'll have to wait seven more before the next one.
that's just the thing of it, neighbors-
it's not a guarantee,
and it's not for the weak-sauce of spectators.
if you aren't involved, you're not invited.
......so get involved, man.
may day, all day,
the world is unfolding as the bread is encircling;
never quiet, never soft.....
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