rabbit-rabbit! ! !

julyyyyyyyyy!!!!
it's the first of the mutha-'ucking month, kids.
the big hot crazy wet and wild humid lurid livid living summertime
heat wave activation is totally all the way underway,
and it's the number one day on the new damned page of the gosh-danged calendar.
a whole other new 'nother month of magic and melee and melodrama
and massive mammoth marauding of the hours and the days and the times
we're all gonna span across this whole entire sweltering space,
fully in bloom,
fully entrenched,
and fully in full effect of affectionate animal instinctive battle-beast summer time.
that's a thing,
and it all starts right now.
waitaminit.....
what's that, now?
are you serious?
did i say it?
c'mon.
what am i?
an A-hole?
of course i said it.
i doo-doo that repetitive self-serving superstitious monthly chant-style sh!t-
after all,
i want all that fortune has to benevolently bestow on those who
have the awareness to name it and speak it and summon it up-
therefore,
at the stroke of midnight, as it all changed over,
and again when i awoke for the first time from the sweatiest nights sleep,
the magic words fell out of my loud, fresh face, so hard:
rabbit rabbit.
duh.
that's what i spoke.
and it's done.
and now july can really begin, under the auspices of my cultivated coincidences.
yeah.
that's smart.
*
i had a great night, neighbors.
seriously.
after a less-than lucrative stretch of tattblasting at the studio,
i came home to this:

^nice, huh?
fruit smoothies,
and roasted veggies on a tasty bed of baby greens
and tofu-curry-salad sandwiches,
and flowers!!
awwwwwwww.
seriously,
it was all super expert.
teleport:

see?
coming home to good care being taken is the best.
and that's no joke.
dinner and a short jaunt through the scenic sunset spots of the woodsly goodness,
a couple of sweet stout stumps for stinking up the space we occupy,
and then a special little end-of-june treat, too.
hmm?
check the teleport:

sorbet with cotton candy sprankles.
why is that a thing?
i dunno,
but i couldn't not try it out.
and so that was the way it went.
sugar rocks in blues and pinks, and cold icy sugarwater to beat the humid fury
of the last day of last month.
yep.
treats and treats and treats to send june packing into oblivion.
its all really happening,
and i'm feeling a little tiny bit lucky that i'm not witnessing it,
and spanning it,
and wrenching around in it all by my lonely;
never quiet, never soft.....