so, i had another night where i got to bed around 5 AM. good times. i was up a little after 8 AM this time. i did manage to get a few hours this afternoon in my massage chair. the joys of a little ice on the back and a boring ass baseball game. that always does the trick. of course, i could have done without the rain today. fuck,
here are your three videos for this day of National Poetry Month:
American Song Contest had some very good songs on it last night.
enjoy some music:
on the DVR tonight will be NXT, Young Rock, Name That Tune and Tony Hawk: Until the Wheels Fall Off.
the New York Rangers play tonight at New Jersey. hopefully, the boys end their fucking losing streak tonight.
i need to pick up the trash and get that out, so that's all for me kids.
thanks to everyone that has checked out my latest published poems:
until tomorrow kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck Putin.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay socially distant.
get the fucking shot.
Creo que estoy listo para morir
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:
Tyler Braden - Seventeen
Buenos Diaz - Cocaine Queen
Oliver Sim - Romance with a Memory
Nitro Nitra - Train
John Doe - Never Coming Back
"I'm not happy unless I have a pen in my hand, it's really that simple." - Anthony Horowitz
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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