maybe i am feeling this way because of Monday. or, maybe i am too smart for my own good. perhaps, i am just fucking tired, like literally, tired. you burn the candle at both ends long enough it will run out. perhaps that is where i am. good times.
here are your two videos for this day of National Poetry Month:
Manchester United won yesterday in the FA Cup semifinal over Brighton. the match went scoreless for 120 minutes. then, United won the penalty kick shootout, 7-6. that sets up the first EVER Manchester derby for the FA Cup title. that will happen in June.
the New York Yankees lost to Toronto yesterday, 5-1. first series of the season they have lost. they start a series tonight at Minnesota.
Somebody Somewhere was fucking hilarious last night.
Power Book II: Ghost was really good last night.
Yellowjackets was crazy last night.
Waco: The Aftermath was good last night.
and now some of this and that:
the New York Rangers play tonight at home in Game 4 of their series against New Jersey. i'm hoping the Rangers win tonight.
i did listen to episode 444 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can hear that by going here:
i hope everyone had a great weekend.
i will probably be on here tomorrow after mom gets done with her physical therapy. hopefully, i will have poems to type up.
i need to get going on dinner, so that is all for me kids...
until tomorrow...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck war.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay off the fucking streets.
get the fucking shot.
Sé que debería dormir más
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:
Ben Folds - Exhausting Lover
Sia - Breathe Me
4 Non Blondes - What's Up?
Otis Redding - Cigarettes and Coffee
Tom Waits - Jersey Girl
"If high heels were so wonderful, men would be wearing them." - Sue Grafton
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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