well, at least i know where my anxiety problems come from now...

mom was a bit of a basket case last night. it was all stress i do believe. she admitted this morning she gets anxious at fucking everything now. going anywhere, anything new, it's becoming a mental barrier that i fear is going to reach the life or death stage before too long. i'm hoping she brings it up with her doctor, or, i'll have to play the adult in the room and tell him myself. her procedure today was all of 20 minutes. at the hospital, it would have been at least a couple hours. when i saw her walking out to the lobby, i was pleasantly surprised. mom said really, the only difference was she didn't get a gift basket at the end of it. we both joked that my sister is going to be pissed at that. of course, mom realized after it was over it was stupid to be as fearful of it as she was. ah, the beauty of hindsight.

i did write 3 poems in the 20 minutes she was in the procedure. i typed those up this afternoon. that brings me up to 20 poems for the month. that's not bad for wanting to take the month easy. my next round of submissions will probably be in early August.

the New York Yankees did make a few trades yesterday i wasn't expecting. they moved Adam Warren to Seattle for more international signing bonus money. they then got Lance Lynn from the Twins for Tyler Austin and a pitcher in A ball. i like both moves. the international signing bonus money has already been used. they believe Lance Lynn is better than Adam Warren. i tend to agree. and they think the first baseman they got in the trade with the Cardinals is better than Tyler Austin. i still think they will make some moves in August if they can. but, this is the team they will try to hunt down Boston with. they better start winning games soon. they start a 2 game series at home tonight against Baltimore. the Orioles have traded away most of their team, so these are games the Yankees MUST win.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. i do like a pissed off Brock Lesnar. that makes for a better show. plus, the interaction between him and Paul Heyman was pretty interesting.

Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story was excellent last night. this is one of those shows i wish everyone in this country would be forced to watch. i know this is a series that is going to make me more angry than anything. i don't know how anyone could listen to the tapes of when Trayvon got shot while watching his parents cry and not feel anything.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, The Jim Jefferies Show, Deadliest Catch, Fuck That's Delicious and Miz & Mrs. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

Manchester United plays Real Madrid tonight. this preseason has been a disaster for United, given all the damn injuries and players absent because of the World Cup. i'll probably watch some of the match tonight, but i'm not expecting much.

i'm not sure when i'll be on here tomorrow. i know i need to pick up the trash and get that out before it starts to fucking rain again.

Me pregunto qué pensará la musa cuando lea los poemas

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:

Trampled By Turtles - Alone
Ray LaMontagne - Jolene
Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska
Hot Water Music - Radio

"I'm the one guy who says don't force the stupid people to be quiet. I want to know who the morons are." - Mark Cuban

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

my 2 poems in Otoliths #50

my poems "contempt" and "wasted countless years" have been published in Otoliths #50. you can find the poems by going here: https://the-otolith.blogspot.com/2018/05/jj-campbell.html

where the hell did this month go?

first off, a big thank you to everyone who has listened to and sent me their thoughts on my latest SoundCloud recording, "splashing in an ocean". i really do appreciate it.
https://soundcloud.com/j-j-campbell/splashing-in-an-ocean

i did write 2 poems yesterday. i typed them up and i really, really liked them. this hasn't been that productive of a month for me writing. but, i wasn't exactly shooting for 100 poems either. i wanted to take it easy this month, and i think i have accomplished that.

the New York Yankees won yesterday against the Royals, 6-3. they got a good, solid start from J.A. Happ and got enough offense to take 3 out of 4 in the series. they are off tonight and start a little 2 game series at home against Baltimore tomorrow.

Big Brother was pretty good last night.

the season finale of Total Bellas was good last night.

Power was excellent last night.

Sharp Objects was fucking crazy last night. next week's episode looks even crazier.

Succession was excellent last night. the season finale next week looks amazing.

Last Week Tonight was fucking great last night.

The Affair was really good last night.

Who is America? was fucking hilarious last night.

Our Cartoon President was hilarious as well last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i'll be on here tomorrow after mom has her procedure for her back. i'm really hoping the injection goes well and works immediately. this will be the first time she's having it done in the office and not a hospital. i'm hoping it's a little easier process than before.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

cualquier cosa que pueda hacer por ti, lo haré

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:

Flatbush Zombies - Headstone
Kendrick Lamar - The Blacker the Berry
Run the Jewels - Legend Has It

"My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me." - Henry Ford

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

when the dreams become weird and bitter...

oh, how i love waking up to missed calls from the muse and rejected poems. just how i wanted to start off my Sunday morning.

i heard back from Gordon at Brief Wilderness on the poems i sent back in January and then again in April. he apologized for taking so long but decided to pass on the poems. so, there's another 5 for the unpublished file. i'm tempted to keep these together and get them published as a group somewhere. more on that in August.

i did type up the 5 poems i wrote the other day last night. i really like a few of them. i'm sure they will be a part of the first submissions of August as well.

the New York Yankees split the doubleheader with the Royals yesterday. they lost the first game 10-5. just too many fucking mistakes and yet another shitty start from their ace, Luis Severino. in the second game, the Yankees came from behind late to win 5-4. they will go for the series win this afternoon with their new pitcher J.A. Happ getting the start. the Yankees made another trade last night after the second game of the doubleheader. they traded the human white flag and a minor league pitcher to the Cardinals for a minor league first baseman and more importantly, international pool bonus money. the rumor is they are in the process of signing the #9 international prospect and the money from the Cardinals will go towards that. once again, good business.

Manchester United lost to Liverpool yesterday 4-1. i won't put much stock into the game since most of United's players are still on their World Cup break. that being said, boy it's going to be tough to watch this team early in the season. good god.

ROH was really good last night.

i felt bad for mom yesterday at Meijer. one, she was pooped by the time we got in the store from the parking lot. two, her vision is going bad it seems. she had a hard time focusing on signs and labels. i don't know if she needs new glasses or if her cornea has gotten worse. we did find most of what we were looking for. i think i'll have to go to Menard's for the shower spray refill though.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, the season finale of Total Bellas, Power, Sharp Objects, Succession, Last Week Tonight, The Affair, Who is America? and Our Cartoon President.

i'll probably be on here in the afternoon tomorrow.

i hope everyone had a good Saturday. i hope your Sunday is even better.

a veces los sueños son solo pesadillas felices

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:

Vintage Trouble - Another Man's Words
Metallica - The Small Hours
Alabama Shakes - This Feeling
Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing

"Being a nerd is not about what you love; it's about the way you love it." - Wil Wheaton

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

splashing in an ocean

here is the link to my latest Soundcloud recording for my poem "splashing in an ocean" from my chapbook "the taste of blood on christmas morning" (Analog Submission Press)

https://soundcloud.com/j-j-campbell/splashing-in-an-ocean

apparently, the pain caught up with me

i spent most of last night helping the muse with some shitty life stuff. nothing a little gin doesn't cure i suppose. after she finally met up with some friends, i had a little writing session. i wrote 5 pretty dark poems. i haven't typed them up yet, because once i got done, i pretty much passed out. i think i slept for almost 7 fucking hours. so, there goes my plans for Saturday morning.

the New York Yankees were rained out last night. 8th fucking rain out this season. they will play a doubleheader today against the Royals. first game is at 1. the second game is at 7. hopefully, the Yankees will win both.

NJPW was pretty good last night.

Major League Wrestling was pretty good last night as well.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH.

this afternoon, Manchester United takes on Liverpool. i will be watching that and will hopefully not be too pissed off while doing it.

i figure at some point tonight, probably while flipping between baseball and the UFC, i'll type those poems up.

nothing quite like starting your Saturday off with two pills of Benadryl and two pills of Imodium. this should be a really fun trip to Meijer. this will be the last time mom gets out before she has the injection into her back. i'm hoping they have everything she's looking for.

and if you are wondering, my back is still in pain. i'm hoping some walking in the store will help it.

i'm not holding my breath though.

that's all for me kids. i'll be on here in the morning tomorrow. have a great Saturday.

cuando la joven belleza se apodera de la habitación, los viejos se desvanecen

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:

Dorothy - Flawless
Jesse Rosenthal - Party Dress
Paul Thorn - What Should I Do
Valerie June - Love Told a Lie

"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists." - Marcel Duchamp

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

a bad back has a way of turning the sunshine to darkness...

it started raining last night and i immediately felt my back tighten up. i was hoping the alcohol was going to help me sleep, but it didn't. i might have got 3 hours of sleep last night at best. i haven't been able to loosen my back up at all. the shower didn't help. ice didn't help. walking in the two grocery stores i went to today didn't help. hell, i thought about getting in a car accident just to see if that would loosen the fucker up. pure fucking misery.

the New York Yankees won last night over the Royals, 7-2. of course, the victory had to be marred with a fucking injury. Aaron Judge got hit by a pitch last night and fractured his right wrist. that will keep him out a minimum of 3 weeks and more likely 6. that's a big loss for the Yankees, especially with Sanchez on the disabled list as well. now, with the trade deadline coming up, i wouldn't be shocked if the Yankees don't look for a bat to fill that hole for the time being.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

Snowfall was really good last night.

Lip Sync Battle was good last night.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. Kaitlyn got voted out and then failed to complete this easy ass puzzle to stay in the house. i laughed my ass off as she was being evicted. i believe Bayleigh is the new HOH.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NJPW and Major League Wrestling.

the grocery stores today weren't that bad. the local one was pretty empty when i went. of course, they didn't have my bread there. it's usually a dime cheaper than the big grocery store i go to. when i went there, i went in the end that had no shopping carts. lovely. i walked to the other end of the store and got one. by this time, my back was fucking killing me. i ran into someone my mother worked with, i guess. she knew who i was and asked about mom. i still have no fucking clue who it was. between both stores, i kept it under $100. that's usually my goal. i was a little surprised this week as i got plenty of meat at the bigger grocery store.

i'll be on here in the morning tomorrow. i have to take mom shopping at Meijer and i'd love to get that done before the Yankees play in the afternoon. Manchester United takes on Liverpool later in the day. if you don't see a blog in the morning, expect one later at night.

i hope everyone has a great weekend.

la soledad se arrastra como un ladrón en la noche

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:

Social Distortion - Story of My Life (Live)
Cody Jinks - Somewhere Between I Love You and I'm Leavin'
Warren Haynes Band - Your Wildest Dreams (Live)
Hayes Carll - I Don't Wanna Grow Up

"The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity." - Douglas Horton

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

what is sleep again?

my father would have been 72 years old today. thank god he isn't.

i have spent the majority of the day helping the muse deal with some corporate racist shit at her job. that's always fun. thank god i have plenty of experience helping black women with their grievances against stupid white people. that's also sad that i have been helping since the early 90's with this shit.

the New York Yankees lost yesterday at Tampa 3-2. when they don't win the division this season, all these fucking losses to Tampa will be the reason. but, it does look like the Yankees are making another trade. nothing is official yet, but getting a solid starter and the best reliever on the market and staying under budget is good business i think. the Yankees start a series tonight at home against the Royals.

Manchester United played one of the crazier games i have seen last night against AC Milan. the game finished 1-1. so they went to penalty kicks after that. 26 fucking kicks later, United won 9-8. fucking crazy.

NXT was great last night.

Lucha Underground was really good last night.

Big Brother was good last night. i don't care who gets voted out tonight, Kaitlyn or Rockstar. either will have the chance to get back into the house. hopefully, they fail.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother, Snowfall and Lip Sync Battle.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. you can find that by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2018/7/26/wrestling-podcast-196-curt-hawkins

i will probably be on here tomorrow after i go to the grocery store. right now, i have toilets to clean and a house to vacuum. you can imagine how long i'll be icing down my bad back after that.

until tomorrow kids...

un día la musa y yo vamos a ejecutar este mundo

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:

Gary Jules - Mad World
Stabbing Westward - What Do I Have to Do?
Tash Sultana - Salvation
Buddy Guy w/Jeff Beck & Keith Richards - Cognac

"Maybe this world is another planet's hell." - Aldous Huxley

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

now the fun begins...

when i started hearing the reports last night that the New York Yankees were on the verge of trading for Zach Britton, i was not surprised. the market for starting pitchers sucks at the moment, so you might as well get the best reliever available. and when i saw the Yankees were giving up 3 prospects that they might have lost anyway in the winter because of the glut of pitching they have that has to be put on the 40 man roster, the trade made even more sense. throw in the fact Britton will be pitching for a new contract since it's his free agent year, i'm really hoping the Yankees are one piece closer to winning it all this year.

as for the game last night, Masahiro Tanaka threw a 3 hit complete game gem and the Yankees defeated Tampa 4-0. they will go for the series win this afternoon.

Smackdown was really good last night.

205 Live was excellent last night.

Miz and Mrs was hilarious last night.

The Jim Jefferies Show was great last night.

Fuck That's Delicious was really good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

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

Manchester United plays late tonight against AC Milan. it would be nice to actually see them win on this preseason tour of the USA.

i'm planning on doing my laundry this afternoon while the baseball game is on. that way i will have it all hopefully done before this evening.

the woman from Italy contacted me this morning. when i told her it just felt like she was running a scam, she didn't react the way i thought she would if she wasn't. that alone tells me i made the right choice. so i figure i'm going to spend most of today beating myself up for being fucking stupid.

that's all for me kids. until tomorrow...

moriré pobre y feliz, con mi dedo medio en el aire

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:

Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band - Beautiful Loser (Live)
Joe Cocker - When the Night Comes
Grant Lee Buffalo - Honey Don't Think
Ray LaMontagne - It's Always Been You

"Age does not bring you wisdom, age brings you wrinkles." - Estelle Getty

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

response from Under The Bleachers

John from The Rye Whiskey Review told me of his other site he has, Under The Bleachers, and said if i had any work that i thought would work there, i should send it. so, i got a wild hair up my ass tonight and sent him off 5 poems.

my poems "they still believe in pussy magnets", "put an apple on my head first", "he laughs at mischief and death", "in the third row of a baseball game" and "just like when i was a child" have been accepted for publication. "just like when i was a child" will be published on August 12th.

a rush of creativity and some other juices...

before i tip toe around the amazing phone conversation with the muse last night, tons of poetry news to get to...

i heard back from Cami at Easy Street on my poetry submission from earlier in the month. sadly, Easy Street is going on hiatus for god knows how long. so, those poems are back on the unpublished pile. i did send out 18 poems today. 3 to The Beatnik Cowboy; 4 to The Rye Whiskey Review (already accepted); 5 to Academy of the Heart And Mind (already accepted) and 6 to Record Magazine. when i hear back from these places i will pass along the verdicts.

the muse and i were notorious for our late night phone calls in the past. like real deep into the night, 3 or 4 in the morning. and since we both are a little crazy and a little sexual, things tend to get steamy from time to time. of course, none of that has happened in years, until last night. let's just say i love a dirty woman and i don't think i have heard such beautiful noises in my life. i can't wait to write these poems, trust me.

what made that even more surprising was just how fucking upset i was last night after the New York Yankees game. the Yankees lost 7-6 last night in a game they never should have lost. or, how i will remember it, the night Gary Sanchez decided he no longer gave a shit. he cost the Yankees 2 runs himself by simply not hustling. add on some curious decisions from the manager and your best starter hitting a rough patch... the Yankees are now 6 games behind Boston in the division. they really need to get a win tonight. of course, Sanchez is back on the disabled list because of his groin. that tells me he wasn't healed when he came back to begin with.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night, except for the fucking ending. i love the idea of the WWE doing an all women's ppv. that should be amazing. i liked most of the show up until Roman Reigns defeated Bobby Lashley clean to win the right to face Brock Lesnar at SummerSlam. how many fucking times do we need to see that match Vince?

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, The Jim Jefferies Show, Fuck That's Delicious and Miz and Mrs. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

my arthritis has been killing me most of today. when it gets this bad, i have a hard time doing all the tricks you can do with the computer mouse. so, all those poems had to be retyped today. and considering this is my 3rd blog post of the day, i might as well be just giving myself carpal tunnel syndrome. i can remember my father having that after all the years at the post office. of course, the dumb ass had surgery on both wrists at the same time. part of me wishes mom would have divorced him right then and there for being fucking stupid.

i have trash to pickup around here and a quick nap in my massage chair before dinner. so, that's all for me kids. laundry day will be tomorrow i guess.

puedo saborearte en mis sueños

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 Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight
Korn - Freak on a Leash
Empire of the Sun - Alive
Trixie Whitley - Breathe You In My Dreams (Live)
U2 - All I Want Is You

"All human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope." - Alexandre Dumas

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

response from The Rye Whiskey Review

i heard back from John at The Rye Whiskey Review on my poetry submission from earlier today. my poems "my ability to handle the pain", "courage", "some old beauty queen that needed some loving" and "the last time anything meant anything" have been accepted for publication. "courage" will run on August 11th.

response from Academy of the Heart And Mind

i heard back from the kind folks at Academy of the Heart And Mind on my poetry submission from earlier today. my poems "yet another bridge", "in southern ohio", "from these constraints", "falling into an endless ocean" and "a cold wind in the month of july" have been accepted for publication. they should appear in the next few weeks.

thoughts and prayers = laughter

the Jesus freaks on Google+ have found me i guess. i get these messages every day from people wanting to pray for me. that's all fine and good, but i'm old enough to know there's always a fucking catch. i think i talk to them to simply be entertained. i love to see what methods criminals use to try to trick me. it is even more fun when i don't have money to foolishly give away.

the New York Yankees game was rained out last night. they will make up that game against the Mets in August. the Yankees start a series down in that dump in Tampa tonight. the Yankees are currently 5 games behind Boston in the division.

Big Brother was pretty good last night.

Total Bellas was good last night.

Power was excellent last night.

Sharp Objects was great last night.

Succession was excellent last night. this show gets better with each episode.

The Affair was really good last night.

Who is America? was fucking bizarre last night. i'm not sure how the state rep. from Georgia keeps his job.

Our Cartoon President was fucking hilarious last night.

i did follow the Manchester United game yesterday online. i'm not sure why as the game with San Jose finished 0-0.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i'll probably be writing out bills tonight and getting another piece of mail ready to send to the muse as well.

i'd like to thank John Sweet for his nice little blog post about my latest chapbook. it is greatly appreciated my friend.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

i'll be on here tomorrow afternoon most likely. it will probably be between loads of laundry.

un día, todos los monstruos se ejecutarán el lugar

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:

In This Moment - Whore
Halestorm - Freak Like Me
Pretty Lights - Can't Stop Me Now

"The more you reason the less you create." - Raymond Chandler

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

the circle of life...

so there i was eating breakfast this morning with my mother. i was taking a sip of my coffee and suddenly mom sneezed. and she didn't cover her nose and mouth in time. next thing i know i've got whatever on my arm. thankfully, i was already done eating by this point. i looked at her and she started to laugh and wipe whatever off my arm. i suppose i'm going to be paid back for all the times i shit or pissed on her as a child. joy. i have already witnessed the decline of her brain. now, i get to watch the motor skills fade away. so much fun.

the New York Yankees tried to piss away a victory yesterday. their closer couldn't throw a strike to save his life. so, they brought on Chasen Shreve, who i have given the nickname the human white flag to, to try to clean up Chapman's mess. amazingly, he got the job done before all of the lead had evaporated. the Yankees won 7-6. they can win the series against the Mets with a victory tonight, weather permitting.

ROH was excellent last night.

as mom tried to go to sleep last night, she asked me if i smelled something. that's never good. i went into her room and could immediately smell a skunk. i went into the kitchen and could smell it there as well. i opened the door to our back porch and didn't see anything, but you could definitely smell it. it was all stench and fog. mom tried to sleep in the living room, which didn't have the smell in it. my nose isn't as sensitive as hers, so i was able to fall asleep in my bed. of course, i sleep with the fan on. that seems to take care of any smells i don't want.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Total Bellas, Big Brother, Power, Sharp Objects, Succession, The Affair, Who is America? and Our Cartoon President.

i'm watching the British Open right now. the leaderboard is fucking crazy at the moment.

i think Manchester United plays the San Jose Earthquakes this afternoon. the game isn't on television, so i'll follow it online i suppose.

the weather here is still shitty. there is all this rain in the area, so i'm feeling fucking miserable at the moment. i'm hoping icing my back down will help. this kind of misery is usually when i feel like i could use a needle and a spoon.

i hope everyone had a good Saturday. hopefully, your Sunday will be even better.

a veces toda la miseria en el mundo puede desaparecer con un pequeño beso

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:

Massive Attack - Teardrop
Portishead - Glory Box
Garbage - #1 Crush

"What's done to children, they will do to society." - Karl A. Menninger

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

some mornings you wake up and hear jazz...

i was up at 6:30 this morning. on a fucking Saturday. i suppose this is what i get for going to sleep before 2 AM.

i did type up the epic poem i wrote about the muse yesterday. 3 pages became 2 1/2 when typed. i'm not going to try to get this one published. i joked and told her i might just make it into a book. the joke is, that's definitely a possibility.

i woke up this morning with the sound of Coltrane in my head. i'm not sure why. when i fell asleep last night i was listening to Smashing Pumpkins.

the New York Yankees left runners on base in every damn inning last night. they lost to the Mets 7-5. that puts the Yankees 5 1/2 games behind Boston in the division. it would be nice if the Yankees would start to consistently beat the teams they are supposed to in the second half of the season. today would be a good time to start that.

Major League Wrestling was very good last night.

VICE was excellent last night. i doubt many people think of the parts of Syria that are no longer being bombed.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH.

we had 1.5 inches of rain yesterday. my bones are telling me we might get more today. joy.

this might be a Saturday where i throw on some old kung fu movies and just stay in bed.

if i get a wild hair up my ass, i might do a SoundCloud recording for my new chapbook. i have the poem in mind.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday. take it easy and then take it again.

si solo pudiera hacer que me amaras

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:

John Coltrane - My Favorite Things
Charlie Parker - Embraceable You
Melody Gardot - Bad News (Live)
Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell On You

"Reality is just a crutch for people who can't cope with drugs." - Robin Williams

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

shoulders

somehow, this news slipped by me. my poem "shoulders" was published at duanespoetree last month. you can find the poem by going here: http://duanespoetree1.blogspot.com/2018/06/jj-campbell-writes.html

the joy of grocery shopping in the rain...

i woke up with a headache this morning. i figured it had rained overnight. i was correct. that headache hasn't gone away yet. neither has the threat of more rain. as i was walking into the grocery store this afternoon, the thunder and lightning started. i had a choice to make. take my time and see if i could outlast the rain or just get it the fuck over with since you were going to be in pain regardless. less than an hour later, i was putting the groceries in the Highlander in a fucking pouring rain. joy.

i did keep the grocery bill under $100 though, so that was a plus.

i had a line creep in my head while i was on my way to the store. that line turned into a poem as i was walking around. it became 3 pages long when i started writing it when i got back home. god knows how long it will be when i type it up. let's just say the muse hasn't lost her touch.

the muse and i did speak last night for the first time in years. i have no clue if anything good is going to come out of this. she has a way to make me feel like i'll never be good enough. that stokes the fire of the competitive fucker inside of me. i have always felt she knows that and does it on purpose. it would be just my luck if that wasn't the case.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

Lip Sync Battle was pretty good last night.

Big Brother was great last night. Brett gave one of the great Big Brother speeches of all-time last night, creating an outrageous lie that included Rockstar. when the vote came out the way Brett predicted and Winston was voted out 6-5, Rockstar fucking erupted. the way Brett played it was so fucking perfect. if anyone doesn't like what happened last night, you obviously have no clue how this game was actually played before the last 5 seasons. this reminds me of when i started watching the show back in season 8. Sam won HOH. i have no clue who she is going to put up for eviction. it won't matter as her power that allows someone to come back in the game will be used even if she doesn't want it to be. so this will be a ho hum week in the grand scheme of things.

Snowfall was spectacular last night. i can't wait to see where season 2 goes.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be VICE and Major League Wrestling.

the New York Yankees start the second half of the season tonight at home against the Mets. i'd love to see the Yankees start off with a nice long winning streak. plus, i could really use a drink.

i did follow the Manchester United pre-season game against Club America online last night. the game ended 1-1. when i woke up this morning to see the Paul Pogba rumors, i wasn't happy. the last thing i want is to see him leave the club again.

i will probably be on here in the morning tomorrow. of course, life could always get in the way.

i hope everyone has a great weekend.

Quiero creer en el amor, más que cualquier otra cosa en la tierra

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:

N.A.S.A. w/Tom Waits & Kool Keith - Spacious Thoughts
Niki & The Dove - You Want the Sun
Mikey Mike - Cooler
Black Kids - Obligatory Drugs

"There is no person that love cannot heal; there is no soul that love cannot save." - Carlos Santana

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and the muse waltzes right back in...

there are times in my life where chaos seems to be the only thing keeping me alive. check off yesterday as one of those days where chaos slipped through the cracks and made a fucking party out of things. first off, the woman from Italy has turned a bit sketchy here lately. ever since i told her i couldn't afford to buy her a phone, more or less any communication was pretty much over. and for the last 3 days, i have asked her repeatedly if she was messing around with someone else and she has refused to answer the question. i'm old enough to know what that means. and today she sends me a picture of her pussy and the first thing that pops into my mind was, didn't you tell me your phone was fucked up? the more i have thought about things, the more i'm realizing this is a fucking scam. thank fucking god i was only robbed of time and not any money.

any longtime fans of this blog or my writing knows of the muse. the last woman i was in love with and we had a disastrous falling out and haven't really spoke much over the last couple of years. a few months ago, we passed messages back and forth and i guess that sort of broke the ice. yesterday, we just started talking and talking and then everything came out. some truths i never knew, an apology on my end that was way overdue and my tendency to become a little poetic at times when speaking to someone that i have shared so much with. i can't say that the muse and i are "us" again. i can't say that "we" is an appropriate term for whatever the muse and i happen to be. but, while writing a 2 page letter to her last night, i truly hope that the possibility of anything is on the table with the muse. even though i'm pretty damn sure we drive each other crazy, who am i to say that isn't something i deserve? the muse had never given me her address before. and yesterday was the first time the muse ever admitted to me she was in love with me at one point. so, as i told her yesterday, may our better angels within us find something to bring happiness to our lives.

it amazes me at times that anyone at all has any feelings for me. i certainly don't love myself enough to warrant anything like this. that being said, i'm 42 years old now. i'm much closer to death than i want to realize. i don't want to die and know i never had at least one fucking relationship with a woman in my life that was something close to fucking magical.

i figure at some point tonight, a flood of poems will be coming. and it hasn't been lost upon me that all of this has happened since the anchor in my life was finally let go.

NXT was really good last night.

Lucha Underground was excellent last night.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. i have no clue who is being evicted tonight, although if Brett is evicted, i do hope Sam uses her power on him. i wouldn't mind if Winston gets evicted tonight at all.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother, Lip Sync Battle and Snowfall.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. you can find that by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2018/7/19/wrestling-podcast-195-bruce-prichard

i mailed some copies of my latest chapbook out today. i'm sort of interested in what other people think of it. after that, i had to go to the local grocery store. they had a pretty decent sale on some stuff mom wanted. and i was able to do all that before the heat got too bad today. my back is telling me what is coming this weekend. oh joy.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after a trip to the big grocery store.

that's all for me kids.

la musa siempre tuvo algo para ponerme de rodillas

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:

TV On The Radio - Will Do
Bon Iver - I Can't Make You Love Me/Nick of Time
M83 - Midnight City
Warren Haynes - Your Wildest Dreams

"Everyone has talent at twenty-five. The difficulty is to have it at fifty." - Edgar Degas

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