one of those days where there is just enough rain that my back is a stubborn old fuck that won't respond to ice, heat, stretching, etc. but, i don't have the option to just do nothing on a day like this. so, at least my fucking pain tolerance still exists. i did make it to the bank today. other than a nap in the chair, that has been the one thing i got done.
i did write 5 poems yesterday while mom was in her physical therapy session. i typed those up and i think i have enough to get some poems out into the world. that will be the goal for this weekend.
the New York Yankees won last night in Toronto, 7-4. hopefully, they will win again tonight.
i'm sure i will watch some of the NBA playoffs tonight.
i believe the NBA Draft lottery is tonight as well.
i think the USMNT might have finally found their striker...
the weather is supposed to be better tomorrow. i really hope it is.
until then kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck war.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay off the fucking streets.
get the fucking shot.
montando las olas del dolor
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:
The Builders and the Butchers - Find Me In the Air
Thundercat and Tame Impala - No More Lies
Mass Minor - Worthy
RATPAJAMA - Violence
Three Marloes - Midnight Hotline
"The moment of change is the only poem." - Adrienne Rich
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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