Friday, November 3, 2017

death is slowly creeping up from behind...

walking around the grocery store today, i could feel it. death was creeping up right behind me. i don't believe i'll be sleeping in the dirt anytime soon, but i will admit, i'd love to finally get some decent rest.

i did a little poetry work last night. i know where my next 30 poems are going. i will probably tackle those early next week.

The Chris Gethard Show was fucking great last night.

Fuck, That's Delicious Classics was excellent last night.

Better Things was really good last night.

Gotham was amazing last night.

Will & Grace was very good last night.

The Big Bang Theory was very funny last night.

Young Sheldon was pretty good last night.

Life in Pieces was excellent last night.

the New York Rangers won last night in Tampa, 2-1 in OT. i wonder where the fuck this team was when the season started. if they could play like that the rest of the season, they might actually dig themselves out of this fucking hole.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NJPW, Prophets of Rage, Real Time with Bill Maher and Mike Judge Presents: Tales from the Tour Bus.

i got some vermouth at the liquor store today while grocery shopping. i may make some sophisticated white trash martinis this weekend, just for shits and giggles.

mom is doing pretty well after her injection yesterday. she's planning on going to the basketball game tomorrow night. it will be her first time at UD Arena in a long time. i'm really interested to see what the first phase of the transformation looks like.

i'll be on here in the morning tomorrow. i hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.

reĆ­rse de la muerte todo el tiempo que pueda

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:

Sleigh Bells - Rainmaker
The Black Crowes - Good Friday
Portugal. The Man - Rich Friends
Portishead - Glory Box

"Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long." - Walker Evans

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

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