so, i wrote 2 more poems last night. i really wanted to write more, but those 2 poems took me nearly 2 hours to come up with. the beauty of writing through writer's block is wading through the endless amounts of shit that hopefully never reach the page. fun times. hopefully, i'll bang a few more out tonight.
the Yankees won last night at Miami, 9-4. they play again this afternoon.
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be AEW Collision.
i'll probably watch some soccer today, maybe some baseball, hell, maybe some golf to get some sleep.
i didn't get to bed until 5 AM this morning. i was back up at 10 AM. joy.
we might get some storms later today. if that happens, i know what i will be writing about.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday.
i should be on here in the late morning 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 off the fucking streets.
get the fucking shot.
como encontrar una aguja en un pajar
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:
Ex Romantika - Muevelo Ya
Mr. Paurer - Viento y Marea
Knox Hill - Love Is Blind
Claud - A Good Thing
Eliza Blue - Overture
"Creation is a drug I can't do without." - Cecil B. DeMille
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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