crawling into that little weird space in my head

today was one of those days... i wouldn't say it's depression, it's certainly not joy... just that weird feeling i sometimes get when the pain isn't overbearing but i can feel it. it almost reminds me of when i was on drugs... the void. the certain need to find that spot to dwell, waste away. and i'm not saying this is a bad thing. i often find my best moments of creativity when i'm at my lowest. probably explains why i write so many poems on the toilet. today i put on the right music and it just happened to take me away. i was still able to get some shit done, so maybe i'm just a functioning dreamer.

i didn't watch one second of the Home Run Derby last night. i won't watch one second of the All Star game tonight. it actually feels good to be away from baseball for a few days.

Monday Night Raw had a few good moments (Seth Rollins was great last night) but was mostly just a bunch of blah. next week, the final Raw before the brand split, has the potential to be really good. but, potential and the WWE is usually a recipe for disaster.

i did listen to the latest Sam & Cathy podcast yesterday. you can find it by going here:
https://soundcloud.com/samrobertsshow/sam-cathy-019-40s-the-new-14

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Deadliest Catch and Maya & Marty.

i did a little poetry work this afternoon. i should have a monster day of submissions coming up, most likely on Thursday.

the one thing that i did really like about being away from here was the amount of different shit i could write about. that's certainly the one drawback to living in a small town. especially when you don't really like going to any of the local bars and sitting around and shooting the shit with people. i do know when my imagination runs dry, i either have to move or convince myself i'm a better painter than a poet. and i doubt there are enough drugs in the world for that to happen.

i have trash to pick up and i really need to take a shower. it's a hot and sticky one here today. i was outside for maybe 20 minutes and had sweat running down into the crack of my ass. enjoy that visual.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Portishead - Roseland, NYC Live

"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see." - Henry David Thoreau

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: