happy october, neighbors!
and happy albier'ocktoberfest to you, too!
y'know what i did this morning, first things first?
mmhmm.
the same thing i do every morning when my eyes open up,
and i roll up and shake the sleep out of my bones.
that's right.
i said the magic F*ing word.
twice.
because that's what's done when the calendar flips over another 'nother page.
yeah.
that's a thing, no question.
what?
well, obviously, i said it out loud, and out VERY loud at that.
c'mon,
who am i worried about waking up?
myself?
don't be dumb.
i've been up since forever and ever ago.
and when i popped my peepers on the dark skies,
and clocked the clock at today o'clock?
that's when i said it:
rabbit, rabbit!
uh huh.
obviously.
y'gotta spit out the good luck garnering ultramagnetic coincidence collector.
i know the rules, duders.
heck,
i was right there when they were decreed.
(out of my own mouth, just like that hare-echo jauns this mornin')
so,
i did it, because i doo-doo that first-of-the-month 'hood sh!t.
that's a fact.
it's documented, i meant it-
and now,
it's october.
albier'ocktober, as a matter of fact.
that means ALL the loud fresh hardness is right here,
in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
in the woodsly goodness,
in the white mountainous autumn heights,
for your mutha-'ucking face.
you might wanna come get some.
there's plenty for everybody.
***********
baking stuff with pumpkin.
what?
oh.
yeah.
because that's NOT what happens in september, y'all.
but,
october 1 is a full-steam-ahead go-time rock-out bakery treats explosion.
so keep those peepers peeled,
because there are epic orange-colored, nutmeggery, spiced-up
squash-flavored expertisms headed your way.
y'know somethin' else?
they may even be in the oven right now, as i sit here typing.
true story.
real life unfolds along the creases and crisp cut edges of an origami blueprint.
it's not predestined,
it's just plotted loosely,
and the rest is improvised.
like my recipe creation;
like my crafty art-makin';
like my motormouthed ad-lib activation.
yes.
it's ALL really happening,
fast and loose and slow and steady at the same time-
counterbalanced wrenches, turning it up and down, in and out,
off and on, forever and ever and ever.
that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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