i really didn't want to get out of bed this morning. i got somewhere around 5 hours of sleep, which is an eternity to me anymore. but, i didn't get any poems written last night. i chose sleep instead. so, i'm very interested to see what i write today while mom is in physical therapy.
the Yankees won again last night, defeating Seattle, 4-2. they will go for the sweep of the series tonight.
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NJPW.
the NBA Draft is tonight. i will probably watch a good amount of that.
i do hope to get some poems written today. hopefully more than just a couple.
mom has a guy coming here later this afternoon to give us an estimate on putting a dishwasher into the kitchen.
mom gets her injection into her back tomorrow. i will probably be on here after we get home from that.
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 off the fucking streets.
get the fucking shot.
despertarse no es tan fácil algunos días
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:
Beck & Phoenix - Odyssey
Unturned - Gum
Lola Tried - Don't Care At All
Back Ends - My Own Dead
Van Halen - Summer Nights
"You need a strong sense of 'otherness' to be able to create in your life." - Amos Lee
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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