today was definitely the air you can wear right from the start. i actually slept the night in my own bed. that was the first time in a month my back was actually good enough that i didn't need ice and my massage chair at some point. hopefully, i can keep that up for more than just a few days.
the person i'm not allowed to speak of was down here for 2 hours today. it was no surprise to me that my mother's blood pressure was going nuts after she left.
the Yankees pissed away a lead last night at St. Louis and lost, 4-3. they have to face their former teammate tonight. i really hope they end this fucking losing streak tonight.
Real Time with Bill Maher was hilarious last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
i did get a little poetry work in. sometime, probably tomorrow, i'll have 13 poems to send out.
i don't have a damn clue what i'm making for dinner tonight. i have no clue what mom wants to eat tonight.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday. hopefully, the weather is better where you are.
until tomorrow 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.
demasiada humedad y estoy corriendo hacia el baño
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 A's - When I Die
Cash Grab - Heart Attack
dsrt flwr - Of Discernment
De Lux - New Summers
Cricketbows - Sullivan Road
"An artist is somebody who produces things that people don't need to have." - Andy Warhol
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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