Tuesday, March 6, 2018

it's only blood...

i don't know how many fucking times i have hit my lower left leg on this spot on my bed frame, but it fucking hurts every damn time i do it. but, it's only blood. as i told my mother, everything on that leg is fucking dead except the nerves. and quite honestly, if i didn't have something to bitch about, it wouldn't be my life.

i sent out 24 poems today. 3 to Pyrokinection, 5 each to Your One Phone Call, Misfit Magazine and Synchronized Chaos (already accepted for publication) and 6 poems to Record Magazine. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.

The Voice was pretty good last night.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, Baskets, Hate Thy Neighbor and The Voice. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

the New York Rangers play at home tonight against Winnipeg. it will be interesting to see if they can keep their winning streak going.

the New York Yankees won today over Detroit 7-2. i believe the baseball regular season starts in like 3 weeks or something.

i'll be on here tomorrow after i make a trip to the dollar store. i need to find a cheap 3 ring binder so i can better organize my poetry archives and records.

that's all for me today kids. i'm off to go get the trash done next door and here.

la glamorosa vida de un puto poeta

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:

Bob Dylan - The Man In Me
Madonna - Ray of Light
Moby - This Wild Darkness
Walk The Moon - One Foot
Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb (Live)

"Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood." - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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

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