so, i figured i better get my laundry done today instead of trying to do it when my sister is down here this weekend. so i started that when i got home from mom's doctor's appointment. she got her injection in her back and will hopefully feel much better tomorrow. i wrote 10 poems in the parking lot while she was in the appointment. i typed those up when we got back home. i really like a few of them. i will probably do my first submissions of the month this weekend.
the Yankees had their asses handed to them yesterday, losing to Toronto, 8-0. hopefully, they do much better tonight.
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NXT, Deadliest Catch and the season finale of Hard Knocks.
so the death of Michael K. Williams really got to me yesterday. i have enjoyed his acting for so long and seen him in so many things, it fucking felt like a family member had died.
tomorrow is also my sister's birthday. as well as my friend in Colorado's birthday. small fucking world.
i can feel the sunburn creeping up on my arm. good times.
until tomorrow kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay socially distant.
get the shot.
no hay posición de apagado en el interruptor genio
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 Band - When I Paint My Masterpiece
Bob Dylan - Standing In The Doorway
Tom Waits - Chocolate Jesus
Uncle Tupelo - Moonshiner
U2 - All I Want Is You
"Death is very often referred to as a good career move." - Buddy Holly
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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