when genius strikes

so you can just imagine the poem when i notice a woman with down syndrome picking her nose while an elderly couple is arguing and i'm thinking of killing myself. welcome to my afternoon in the waiting room at the doctor's office. of course, i got mom there early and nearly 20 minutes after the appointment was scheduled to start, she finally got called to the back. apparently her doctor's nurse was off today and the other dimwits in the office forgot that mom was there.

i missed probably the first 30 minutes of Manchester United vs. Real Madrid today in the UEFA Super Cup. United didn't look like they kicked into gear until they went down 2-0. sadly, they could never find the quality to score the equalizer and lost 2-1. oh well. hopefully they have another signing before the silly season ends and have a great campaign in the Premier League.

Monday Night Raw was excellent last night. i don't think i'll ever get tired of watching Braun Strowman beat up Roman Reigns. or Samoa Joe attacking Roman from behind. plus, i love the slow burn the writers are doing with a possible Shield reunion. brilliant stuff there. all in all, an excellent show last night.

Brillo Box (3 cents off) was really good last night. it was almost a little pop art education for anyone who only knows Andy Warhol from that scene and no one else.

enjoy some music:

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on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, Hard Knocks, Deadliest Catch and The Jim Jefferies Show. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

the New York Yankees start a series tonight at Toronto. hopefully they win as i would like to drink.

i figure i will send out some poems tomorrow morning. i will probably do the blog after that most likely.

i have plenty of trash to pick up and for some reason mom dirtied nearly every dish in the house on Sunday and just let them sit. so, you know who gets to do dishes this evening. let's just say the music will be loud and i will have every fucking cuss word on the tip of my motherfucking tongue.

i got a random email from my first girlfriend today. let's just say i hope beyond hope that leads to something.

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:

Martha Wainwright - Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole
Alvvays - In Undertow
Sinead O'Connor - Trouble Will Soon Be Over
Deftones - Minerva

"A good review from the critics is just another stay of execution." - Dustin Hoffman

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bleary eyed and loopy

i have been up since 5 this morning. it feels like i have spent the whole damn day driving mom around.

her first appointment went really well. her surgeon think her hip has healed rather nicely and she is due back to see him in 2 months.

after breakfast and finally getting a chance to check my emails, it was off to her appointment for her cataracts. the one in her right eye is worse than the one in her left eye, so the right eye gets operated on first. also in the right eye, her cornea is fucked up. that will be managed unless it gets worse and then she gets to have a transplant. she'll have her cataracts done later this month and early next month. hopefully that means she will be bandaged for my sister's 40th birthday.

that damn appointment was over 3 hours long. that gave us enough time to get home, shit, eat and then go right back to where we were this morning for her physical therapy.

that session was supposed to be 45 minutes long. it was over 60. at least the therapist thinks she is doing well. mom doesn't think so. and people wonder where i get my negativity.

i am fucking tired and probably on the verge of falling asleep during Monday Night Raw.

the New York Yankees got some great pitching yesterday. Luis Severino gave up a solo homer in the first inning. the next hit he gave up was in the 7th inning. the offense finally woke the fuck up and the Yankees earned the split with Cleveland by beating them 8-1. they start a series tomorrow night in Toronto.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. too bad Jessica's plan isn't going to work.

Twin Peaks was yet another delicious mind fuck last night.

Ray Donovan was excellent last night. always good to start a season off with a death.

I'm Dying Up Here was really good last night. i laughed when the guy got the car his father committed suicide in in the will. my father didn't leave me shit.

The Strain was fucking great last night.

Ballers was pretty good last night.

Insecure was great once again last night.

Power was fucking great once again last night.

Last Week Tonight was fucking hilarious as usual last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Brillo Box (3 cents off). i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i did do a little poetry work last night. i know where my next 12 poems are going to go.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays in the UEFA Super Cup against Real Madrid.

of course, mom has a doctor's appointment the same time as the match, so i'm going to miss at least the first half or so.

that's all for me kids. i hope everyone had a great weekend. i'm off to go drink myself to sleep.

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:

2CELLOS - With or Without You
Florence + The Machine - Addicted to Love
My Morning Jacket - Tyrone

"If heavy metal bands ruled the world, we'd be a lot better off." - Bruce Dickinson

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