Saturday, July 1


here we are again,
at the first of the month.
it's a new calendar page,
it's a new day,
it's the end of the week for most of y'all,
and it's all really happening.
that's the truth.
here's the thing, though-
we have to do the things we do, especially on the first, don't we?
oh, yes, indeed, when needs must, we must-
after all,
rules is rules.
when the clock flipped last night,
and then again very first thing in the a.m. when my eyes opened,
my mouth opened, and the magic words were spat again and again into the air,
filling the humid morning with all sorts of summoned sorcery 
and cultivated coincidence.
...that's no joke.
y'gotta say the thing, man.
if you don't, you're probably effing up harder than any amount of help can repair.
so make sure you doo-doo that freaky sh!t, 
lest you end up sorrier and sadder
and all because you forgot to spit that spell into space.
wordimus prime, neighbors.
i said it, twice, and i meant it both times:
rabbit! rabbit!
that's how it's done, when you're doing it right.
what's the other rules about the first?
without a premier treat, you ain't sh!t, son.
that's a fact.
this time around,
i got onto some rabbit cookies,
and then added in the vegetarian monsters,
and finished it off with some stars.
buttery sugary cookies are always invited to my table.
i mean, c'mon-
only a real *-hole hates cookies, and that's no joke.
icing, sprankles, happiness, new beginnings, big deals and bigger action.
that's what july is all about.
anything else is a extraneous.
you want to make cookies?
these jauns are pretty straightforward:
preheat your oven to 375℉.
in a medium bowl, cream together:
1/2 cup sugar;
1/2 cup dark brown sugar;
1 stick + 2T vegan butterish;
1/2 tsp salt;
2 tsp vanilla.
2 cups flour;
1 tsp bakey powpow;
1 tsp baking so'so;
2 T agave;
2 T hot water w/ 2 T egg replacer, whisked.
hand knead all that into a dough, rest it five minutes in the fridge,
and roll it out 1/4" thick on a floured surface-
cut out what you want, in whatever shapes you want,
and arrange them with space for spreading on a cookie sheet or two.
they only need like 11 minutes, and they're ready to rock.
if you're gonna ice 'em, they have to cool-
you ARE gonna ice 'em, aren't you?
and add sprankles?
i mean, this is real life, bro,
and too much is the right amount.
believe it.
i think it's essential to activate a nicey-nice treat whenever you can.
it just so happens i kind of always can.
and when you ca do more,
you should,
lest you squander the gifts and the time you've been given.
friends, there's no guarantee that anything is going to last.
make it dope when you can. because now is when it matters most.
y'feel me?
i've been on some stockpiling, amassing, and squirreling away of resources,
building up to a big exxxplosion of new hottness.
but, in the meantime, 
there've been subplots and sidebars,
pit stops and alternate storylines,
and all of it has been going on as loud fresh and hard as possible.
the periphery is as important as the central focus.
that's how big pictures WORK, bud.
remember that.
it's the linchpin in the links that create the overlapping ghost circles that
echo out from our intentions into creation.
think that's make believe?
disregard it at your own peril, then, kiddo,
i'll be over here saying magic words at the onset of every arbitrarily assigned
row of days and dates, because when i err, it's on the side of caution-
when i make moves, it's because fortune favors the bold,
and warrior poets spearhead all actionable objectives.
it's not that complicated,
and it's not pretend.
this is What Is, and that's all there is to it;
never quiet, never soft.....

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