words fresh on my lips...

i woke up this morning with a whole damn poem on my lips right as my eyes opened. that told me i had probably been partly awake for at least 30 minutes or so. and of course, this morning was nothing but rain, thunder and lightning. 1.5 inches of rain. i did type up the poem during that time. yes, i am a glutton for punishment. i do love the poem. it's part dream, part reality of my fear of ever meeting the muse in person.

i believe it was black women in tight jeans day at the grocery store. good thing i shaved before i went i suppose. of course, i was still in enough pain that i didn't enjoy the stunning views as much as i should have.

the New York Yankees were trailing yesterday 3-1 going into the bottom of the ninth. the Yankees then loaded the bases with nobody out. other than a double play, they could have just made solid contact and tied the game with two outs. instead, a first pitch pop up and two strikeouts by swinging at pitches nowhere near the strike zone was how the game ended. i was just looking at the tv mumbling, did any of you fuckers understand a walk would have got a run in there? just fucking awful. so, Tampa won 3-1 and won the series. the Yankees are going to fuck around and either have to play the wild card game on the road or miss the fucking playoffs completely. they start a series tonight at home against Toronto.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

Big Brother went as i expected last night. Rockstar was voted out 5-1. of course, she didn't see it coming. her side of the house has been the dumbest group of players i have seen on Big Brother maybe ever. and i believe they won HOH again last night. and if all i'm seeing is correct, they want to get out one of their own this week. they might as well just hand the money over to Tyler or Brett or Angela at this point.

Snowfall was excellent last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be VICE, NJPW, Major League Wrestling, Real Time with Bill Maher and Random Acts of Flyness.

the New Orleans Saints play tonight at home against the Arizona Cardinals. i'll probably follow the game a little online.

i believe there is another round of storms that are supposed to roll through here tonight. i'm hoping that's not the case, but mother nature rarely fucking listens to me.

i will probably do a little poetry work tonight while watching the shows. i've had a few requests for poems, which is always a nice change of pace for me. instead of being a desperate whore, i'm a requested whore.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. i will probably be on here in the morning tomorrow, at least before the Yankees play in the early afternoon.

al final, no somos más que putas

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:

Fucked Up - Normal People
Disturbed - Are You Ready
Cat Power w/Lana Del Rey - Woman
Bishop Briggs - Baby
Portugal. The Man - Tidal Wave

"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." - Mae West

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