Thursday, April 11, 2019

80 degrees in April... nothing to see here...

i'm not going to get into the global warming rant i normally have on here, if you don't believe it exists you are simply fucking stupid. i can't wait to do the grocery shopping tomorrow, hopefully after the madness of what is coming in the morning is over with.

i did do a little poetry work this morning. i know where my next 20 poems are going. that should happen in the next few days.

here are your videos for this day of National Poetry Month.

the New York Yankees got swept in Houston last night, losing 8-6. they are thankfully off tonight before they start a series tomorrow night at home against the White Sox. it was the first time the Astros ever swept the Yankees. joy.

i did watch a good portion of the NHL playoff games last night. will probably do the same tonight. if you ever watch any hockey, make sure it's the playoffs.

NXT was good last night, as was NXT UK.

Dark Side of the Ring was excellent last night.

What We Do in the Shadows was hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Better Things and Desus & Mero.

i honestly have no damn clue what the Sacramento Kings are doing. they had their best season in years this year and the reward is firing the Assistant GM and head coach.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done. i'm hoping to get the poems out in the morning. hopefully, the storms don't knock out the power or the internet. (knock on wood)

i'm going to check out some of the Frozen Four now. (college hockey final four)

until tomorrow kids...

Dame vudú y una muerte negra, lo más cerca que pueda llegar a amar.

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:

Turnpike Troubadours - Gin, Smoke, Lies
Hank Williams III - Whiskey, Weed, & Women
Lonesome River Band - Perfume, Powder & Lead

"Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure." - Mark Strand

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


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