like a dead soul floating through time

i took a piss last night around 3 in the morning and as i was leaving the bathroom a phrase just popped into my head. i laughed. i went back into my room and got my notebook out. this is how the poems happen these days. the demons will tap me on the shoulder and take the lead. i wrote my first 3 poems of March. i typed those up this morning and they are really good. i do have a place in mind for those poems. hopefully i'll have another writing session this weekend.

the New York Rangers lost last night at Tampa Bay 5-3. i didn't mind the loss as Tampa is a way better team right now. the Rangers need to keep losing so they can get a better draft pick.

Gotham was really fucking good last night.

The Big Bang Theory was pretty funny last night.

Young Sheldon was really good last night.

Will & Grace was hilarious last night.

Life in Pieces was pretty funny last night.

Lip Sync Battle was really good last night.

Atlanta was great last night. i can tell that this season is going to be just as good or even better than the first season.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NJPW, Real Time with Bill Maher and High Maintenance.

the grocery store today took a few years off of my life. first off, i had a scroll of items to get. second, there was way too many people for 1 pm on a Friday afternoon. and thirdly, my brain felt like it was on a different horizon than my body was at the store. i think i was holding 4 different conversations with myself while walking around. i'm sure there will be some poems about this. i almost think it was like a defense mechanism. maybe i should just start doing these things while drinking... no, you're right. there's not a chance in hell that will end up going smoothly.

i'm off to go eat some chili and cornbread. that should make for a potentially explosive Friday night.

i'll be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays. i will either be very, very happy or fucking pissed beyond belief.

i hope everyone has a great weekend.

baila desnudo bajo una luna de neón mis amigos

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:

Garbage - #1 Crush
Bush - Alien
Cracker - Euro-Trash Girl

"Why pay $100 on a therapy session when you can spend $25 on a cigar? Whatever it is will come back; so what, smoke another one." - Raul Julia

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