i did write 3 poems last night. they are pretty dark but i do love them. i did a little poetry work earlier in the day. i do believe i know where my next 38 poems will be going. that will probably happen early tomorrow or Tuesday.
the New York Yankees lost yet again yesterday, 4-1. Chance Adams had a decent first major league start, but the offense showed no signs of life until the 9th inning. this is the first time all season the Yankees have lost 4 games in a row. they will have to win tonight to avoid the sweep.
so i got an email from my mother last night, something about 32 things you find in every grandmother's home or something like that. it kind of set me off as i was molested in my grandmother's home. so, you might imagine what the first poem i wrote last night is about. i suppose last night is truly the sign that the counseling never worked. that i'm still haunted by what happened to me 38 years ago. but, i didn't do any drugs last night. and i didn't drink. god knows, i probably should have done both.
i was really looking forward to that Paul Thorn special on PBS last night. the picture was fine but the sound was all garbled and awful. it sounded like nothing but static. i fast forwarded a few minutes and it was still the same. fuck it, i just deleted it.
ROH was really good last night.
i think i might have got 4 hours of sleep at best.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Power, Sharp Objects, the season finale of Succession, Last Week Tonight, The Affair, Who is America? and Our Cartoon President.
Manchester United plays their final preseason game this afternoon against Bayern Munich in Germany. at this point, all i'm hoping for is no more fucking injuries. United starts the Premier League season on Friday.
i believe the rain is supposed to be back by tomorrow. hopefully, i'll have all the poems out before that fucking misery begins.
i hope everyone on this planet had a better Saturday than i did. and i do hope your Sunday is even better.
en un poema, la musa en realidad me mató
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 Creation - Making Time
The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes
The Rolling Stones - Play With Fire
The Doors - The End
"Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand." - Neil Armstrong
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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