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 so, those poems are back on the unpublished pile.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:
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