well, at least i wrote a couple poems...

 my fear is becoming true i think. writing poetry to me was always easy. making it good got easier the more i wrote. then of course, my ego decided everything i wrote was good. that lasted for a good number of years. now, writing poetry is like trying to squeeze water out of a rock. i wrote 2 poems last night, and it felt like i had to move the mountains to even get that done. i have the feeling i need one of those blackout drunk nights from my 20's to sort of reset everything. and i know i'm not lucky enough that i would die from it. it is this ongoing depression mixed with apathy and pure fucking frustration. and then knowing all the bridges have been burnt and no one is coming around to just say hello. joy. but, i did find out today that all my prescriptions got transferred to the Rite Aid in town. so, that will be a different experience. as long as it eases my frustration with the new insurance, i'll be better off. fuck, i had all these plans today...

the New York Rangers defeated San Jose last night, 3-0. 

Vice News Tonight had two great shows this week.

Young Sheldon was pretty funny last night.

United States of Al was good last night.

B Positive was hilarious last night.

here are your NBA highlights from last night:

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Smackdown, AEW Rampage, Chillin Island and Ray Donovan The Movie. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on Peacock.

i should be on here tomorrow in the morning since the Dayton Flyers and Manchester United will be playing at the same time tomorrow. plus, the NFL playoffs start tomorrow as well.

i hope everyone has a great weekend.

i need to go figure out what i'm making for dinner.

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 fucking shot.

nadie dijo que sería más fácil

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:

Constant Smiles - Run To Stay

IDLES - When The Lights Come On

Cat Power - It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels

Robert Finley - Make Me Feel Alright

Robert Glasper w/Killer Mike, BJ the Chicago Kid & Big K.R.I.T. - Black Superhero

"People don't choose their careers; they are engulfed by them." - John Dos Passos

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