the kind of heat that reminds you we only have two seasons anymore, hot and cold...

when i went out to get the paper this morning, it was already humid as hell. these are the days where i know it's no fun for my back. for some damn reason, it doesn't respond to heat at all. i'm finding that out more and more in the shower.

i hope everyone had a good Labor Day. i figured out where the next 31 poems will be going. i will hopefully get a wild hair up my ass and do that tomorrow.

the New York Yankees lost out in Oakland yesterday 6-3. they simply look like a team that has run out of gas at the moment. maybe if Judge comes back and hits immediately they will come back to life. but, i'm certainly not counting on it. the Yankees play Oakland again tonight. it would be nice if they would win, as Oakland is right behind them in the wildcard race.

Monday Night Raw certainly had some moments last night. but, when nostalgia is the most memorable (HBK and The Undertaker), i'm not sure it's the right thing to do for the current roster. i will be patient to see where it goes, but as usual, it usually goes nowhere and that's the fucking problem.

Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story showed just how fucking inept the prosecution was last night. the finale next week should be very interesting.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, Fuck That's Delicious, the season finale of Hard Knocks and Mayans M.C. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

the trip to the bank was good today. the woman i wrote about a couple weeks ago was working again. bright neon orange fingernails this time. i nearly said something, but my mind was beyond fucking filthy at the moment. i was more or less trying not to stare at a top that was way too fucking tight. so yeah, there will be poems, especially about you Alexis.

i decided to buy some local music yesterday on Bandcamp. i figure it was my way of helping some artists out on Labor Day. those songs will be down in the music section.

hard to believe the NFL starts back up on Thursday. i have a good feeling about my New Orleans Saints this season. i wouldn't mind seeing the Saints make a trip back to the Super Bowl this season.

i'm not sure when i'll be on here tomorrow. i want to get those poems out in the morning. if that happens as planned (quit laughing), i'll be on here in the afternoon.

i have trash to go pick up now. joy. i hope everyone had a great holiday weekend.

ella tiene los ojos de un edificio en llamas, lista para tomarme como víctima

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 1984 Draft - Honest
NOVAGOLD - A Pretty Burn
Paige Beller - Nobody Believes in Two Night Stands Anymore (Live)
The Boxcar Suite - Hard to Deliver

"A lot of guys who have never choked have never been in the position to do so." - Tom Watson

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