RaBBitRaBBit...

kung fu movies,
and other assorted imperial-era semi-historical chinese epics.
that's what's up, neighbors.
i mean it.
why?
because they're so flippin' expert, obviously.
c'mon.
anybody in 'em, emperor or chancellor or soldier or commoner,
who might be even just a little teeny tiny baby bit in love?
ugh.
they either get killed, kill themselves,
or kill the object of their affections.
asian cinema reps a hard style, y'all,
and that's no joke.
plus there's a LOT of yelling,
a whole bunch of axe chopping and sword smashing,
usually a flute of some sort of off-key lute or whatever,
and a ton of arrows.
and also face punches and head kicks an' that.
in essence,
everything dope in one two+ hour saga.
i've watched a dozen or so this last week.
and almost all of them were rad.
the thing is,
that's the way february closed down,
right until the actual stroke of midnight,
as times and calendars and talens all got recharged and reactivated,
perfectly timed to the end credits of the latest installment
of 'everybody dies at the end' movie night.
y'know what goes perfectly with shivering and scratching
and feeling deflated and defeated by another 'nother other awful
evening of loosely translated subtitles of chinese colloquialisms?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!!
spitting out that coincidence cultivating hot fire, kids.
you all already recognize the need to say it out loud first and foremost.
i did it, because i do it,
and it happened hard and fast,
and then again when i woke up to stoke up the fires inside.
huh?
c'mon.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
i'm speaking on the summoning spellcast syllables, again.
every first minute, every first morning, every time,
because rules is rules:
RABBIT RABBIT!!!!!
i always say it,
because that's what you do if you doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
yeah.
it's also marchentine's day.
y'know what that is?
it's like a low-budget valentine's day,
except it happens two weeks later.
eh.
i dunno.
i made it up last year,
to cancel out a year of sh!t-salad celibacy.
now, three hundred and sixty five later,
i'm all about this one, kids-
it's more about sharing experiences,
and being sorta cute.
for realsies.
check the matching-treats-type teleport:

mmmhmmmm.
st. patrick's day commemorative luxury racing-green
sandblast-finished peterson of dublin briar pipes,
in his-and-hers pairing?
awwwwwwww.
yeah.
i'm kinda like that,
and i think you like that i'm like that, too.
expert.
that's it.
huh?
oh.
yes,
i will make up fake holidays.
any reason to commemorate the passage of time,
and the progress we'remaking towards the future.
it will all end eventually,
probably like a chinese war epic,
so we need to make the most of the times before
the cliff-plunging sword-stabbing flute-accompanied bitter end.
get with it.
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also,
i did these yesterday:

ouch.
some people take their lumps better than others.
no foolin'.
other people accept the fact that it's all really hapening,
but make a whole lot of extra-ouchy faces.
she was the latter.
for serious.
i've rarely felt worse about brutalizing someone,
especially when trying to go easy, and quickly, at the same time.
i guess it all costs somethin';
never quiet, never soft.....