you could really tell a difference this morning with the humidity. it is always nice to not start sweating as soon as you open the door.
so, i'm sure some of you saw i sent some poems out last night. i actually wrote 3 poems last night before i did that. for some reason the song Slow an' Easy by Whitesnake popped into my head last night. i have vivid memories of that song playing at a high school party i was at. the party was at a state park. so, that memory got the ball rolling and pretty soon, i had 3 poems written.
the Yankees came from behind last night and defeated Tampa, 5-4. they start a series at home tonight against the Astros.
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NJPW, The Old Man and Desus & Mero. i'll watch NXT UK sometime tonight on Peacock.
the NBA Draft is tonight. i'm sure i will watch some of that.
mom is still swollen from one of her falls nearly a month ago. and since she can't lay on her stomach anywhere here and not feel nauseous... she said she is going to call physical therapy today and cancel. i will probably have to run out to Rite Aid today and get her a new heating pad.
i will probably be on here in the afternoon tomorrow.
until then kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck war.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay socially distant.
get the fucking shot.
tiempo para la tarde ginebra y jugo de arándano
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:
Friend In Law - Stand To Be
Ethel Cain - Hard Times
Bobby Oroza - Through These Tears
Van Halen - Summer Nights
The Black Angels - Half Believing
"Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write." - Jean Anouilh
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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