Sunday, September 26, 2021

up too early on a Sunday...

 i went to bed last night at what i thought was a decent time, 2 AM. imagine my joy when i woke up and it was 4:15. i think i'm developing pinched nerves in both of my shoulders. and when a bad back keeps you from sleeping on it... good times. i finally got up at 7.


the Yankees waited until late to provide the fireworks yesterday, but they won over Boston, 5-3. they are now tied with Boston for the first wild card spot. hopefully, they will get another sweep tonight.





Ohio State whipped Akron last night, 59-7. they should have their hands full next week playing at Rutgers.



ROH was excellent last night.


enjoy some music:





and now some of this and that:











on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, the season finale of Power Book III: Raising Kanan, BMF, Scenes From a Marriage, Last Week Tonight, Billions and American Rust. i'll be watching WWE Extreme Rules for most of the evening tonight.


somehow, bugs have invaded my bird food and ruined it for the most part. so, it looks after i throw all that shit away, i'll be going to Menard's tomorrow to get new bird food and new containers to put it in. i need to get a new birdhouse as well as the wind destroyed one of the ones i have out here.


i should be on here after i get all that done tomorrow.


i really hope everyone had a great Saturday. hope your Sunday will be even better.


the New Orleans Saints play today at the Patriots. i would love to see the Saints win today. they are 3 point underdogs.


best of luck to everyone gambling today.


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.


sueña lo imposible


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:


TLC - Red Light Special


L.A. Witch - Kill My Baby Tonight


Jeff Buckley - Everybody Here Wants You


R.E.M. - Crush With Eyeliner


Buffalo Nichols - Lost & Lonesome


"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.: - T.S. Eliot


and you're whatever the fuck i wanted you to see:


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