raBBitraBBit.

yep,
you know the drill, neighbors.
words.
spoken out loud,
for the cultivation of bountiful beneficial coincidences,
and the generation of good luck and better times,
this day, this week, this month, and all the rest of it, too.
mmmhmmm.
i said it before i fell asleep,
in the stillness of the (very)cold nighttime,
and again when i woke up in the (too damned early) morning.
post-midnight and predawn pronunciations,
expertly enunciated and echoing out into infinite space;
ricocheting off of hard corners, rough edges, and clenched fists-
the rebounding and resounding pounding of percussive sounds,
spoken out and spit past pursed and peevish lips.......
friends,
it's the first of the month,
and rules is rules.
so when you're want that hottness for the next thirty or so days,
you gotta say the magic words.
realize, recognize, repeat after me:
RABBIT, RABBIT!
that's right.
i'm gonna go ahead and assume it's working out well for y'all.
and if not,
you're probably doing it wrong.
don't wait for good things, make good things.
cultivating coincidences starts with holding the good stuff tight and bright,
right at the forefront of your presence of mind.
y'know?
it's real.
like,
if you want expert sh!t, you gotta hold onto that, hard,
and let it color your perception, and defog/uncloud your judgements.
look,
it's just as simple as this-
just be dope, or F* right off.
ask yourself if what you've got going on is dope.
if it is?
keep up the good work, and enjoy the burgeoning bounty of the fruits of your efforts.
but if it isn't?
well, that's simple enough-
it has to F* off.
there you go.
apply this template to everything,
because it's good for you.
mmhmm.
no thanks are necessary, but you are welcome all the same.
***********
i hate bars.
really.
and i don't want to go to them, at all,
never ever ever.
however,
that wasn't the case yesterday,
in fact, i got myself into a whole bunch of bars....
teleport:

ka-BOOM.
obviously, i meant pumpkin bars.
oh, c'mon.
you know me better than that, kids.
there isn't a costume contest out there that is gonna tempt me to the taps,
and make me any less of an intolerant temperant temperamental type.
that's no joke.
but pumpkin bars?
mmmhmmm.
i'm gonna shark-glutton binge out on those b!tches extra hard.
oatmeal and pumpkin and spices and maple syrup, and brown sugar,
and then that dark chocolate cocoa-thick drizzle jauns?
so expert.
where do you even go from there?
when the crumb is so moist and dense and spongy and magical,
and the stripes of pure sexy decadence are perfectly paired for maximum activation?
ummmm,
fall-colorful novembery sprankles is where you have to go from there.
don't be dumb.
it has to go to eleven,
it's november, after all.
the whole flippin' month is 11.
word up.
*
so,
today is the day.
again.
it's the first day, the best and the worst day,
and there's even talk of it becoming a snow day.
that's a hard style, for sure.
either way, cold and wet or cold and snowy,
the rabbit rabbit recital is out of the way,
and it's all about being number one, again.
mostly on a whole other 'nother new page on the calendar.
i really am grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....