hello anger, it's me...

mix in arthritis with frustration and the inability of my fingers to hold a fucking computer mouse correctly anymore and you can understand why being a poet is some days as much of a fucking curse as it is a damn blessing. sending out the poems this morning was an adventure to say the least.

i sent out 12 poems, 2 to Tuck Magazine and 5 each to Easy Street and Synchronized Chaos (already accepted by the way). when i hear back from Michael and Cami, i'll pass on the verdicts.

i haven't typed up the poem i wrote yesterday. i'm hoping there are a few more coming. considering the pain i feel when typing, unless i'm drinking heavily, i'm not going to just type up one poem.

the New York Yankees left a small village on base yesterday, losing to Toronto 4-2. CC only pitched 3 innings because of a bad knee. that's just what this team needs... more injuries. hopefully they will get a win tonight. they are now 4 games behind Boston in the division.

Smackdown was pretty damn good last night.

205 Live was good last night as well.

the team this season on Hard Knocks is Tampa Bay. another team from the NFC South i can't stand, so i'll mostly be watching for shits and giggles.

Deadliest Catch was pretty good last night. i was reminded why i never felt any desire to work on a crab boat.

The Jim Jefferies Show last night was excellent.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Mr. Mercedes, Big Brother, Snowfall and Lucha Underground. i'll watch NXT sometime tonight on WWE Network.

i think i was so damn tired last night that when i fell asleep i ended up staying in one position most of the 5 hours i was asleep. let me just say that wasn't much fun getting out of bed with your whole body in pain.

it took me over a hour to get the dishes done last night. that probably helped me be so damn tired. hopefully mom decides a dishwasher would be a nice addition to the house soon. i certainly wouldn't mind.

i'll be on here tomorrow sometime before i take mom to her final physical therapy session for now. i guess i get to be the lucky one that makes sure she does her home exercises. joy.

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:

David Gray - This Years Love
4 Non Blondes - What's Up?
The Horrors - Still Life
Nine Inch Nails - The Day the World Went Away (Live)

"Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth." - Philip Larkin

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