sure, when i think mid-April, i was always think of snow...

when it started snowing this afternoon, i basically threw hands up in the air and just said fuck it. i knew i was going to have to go drive in it to pick up some prescriptions. oh fucking joy.

we're under a damn freeze watch or warning or some shit until tomorrow night. i figure at this rate, summer will start sometime in August. who am i kidding, it's Ohio. it will probably be back to 70 by next week. this state is really fucking good at keeping everyone sick.

here is your poetry for this day of National Poetry Month:

i did write 7 poems yesterday. i typed them up and really like them. i think i might send out a few poems next week.

the New York Yankees had both games of their doubleheader rained out yesterday. those games will be made up in June (hopefully). the Yankees start a series at home tonight against the Marlins.

Drop the Mic was pretty fucking funny last night.

the season finale of Here and Now was pretty crazy last night. the way the episode ended, i do hope there is a season 2.

Silicon Valley was funny last night.

Barry was really good last night.

Last Week Tonight was fucking hilarious.

Homeland was excellent last night.

Billions was really good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, I Am Evidence, Monday Night Raw, The Voice and Fuck, That's Delicious.

i think i waited longer in line to get the prescriptions today than it took me to drive to the grocery store and back. that gives way too much time to think and people watch and come up with some pretty weird shit in my head. but, that should shed a little light how the poems get made. you're welcome.

hopefully it will be warmer when i have to drive mom to physical therapy tomorrow.

i'm going to try to get the blog done early tomorrow. i know mom will probably want to go out to eat after her appointment.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

gracias por las amables palabras Pauline

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:

Pretty Lights - Hot Like Sauce / Only Yesterday
Masayoshi Iimori - Break It EP
Bassnectar & The Glitch Mob - Paracosm

"For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit." - Tracy K. Smith

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