as most of you know, i had a horrible relationship with my father. So, father's day hasn't really meant anything to me since my stepfather, the first male to ever treat me with any fucking respect, died. but, today also happens to be my mother's birthday. i was hoping that thought would be the prevalent one today. but, as usual with this fucking family, mom is depressed and woe is me ever since last night. so, the breakfast i wanted to make her she doesn't want. yeah, going to be one of those days i guess. the joy of being a poet. ultimately, it is all fucking content.
that being said, i do hope she likes the gifts i got her.
WWE Clash at the Castle yesterday was excellent.
enjoy some music:
on the DVR tonight will be Last Week Tonight, The Chi and Power Book 2: Ghost.
i'm sure i will watch some sports today and hopefully, get some more sleep.
i should be on here tomorrow before i take mom to her physical therapy appointment.
i hope everyone had a great Saturday. i hope your Sunday will be even better.
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.
este es un día que me tiene desgarrado
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:
Nolen Sellwood - Banjo Song
Anderson East w/Foy Vance - Maybe We Never Die
Robert Earl Keen - Gringo Honeymoon (Live)
Muddy Waters - Champagne & Reefer (Live)
Buddy Guy - Damn Right, I've Got The Blues
"Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real." - Tupac Shakur
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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