one of those days where the back says no...

 i wanted to go to the bank today. i also got a text from the eye doctor saying my new glasses were in. so, i really wanted to get going today but my back had other plans. i'm guessing 3 hours of sleep didn't help my cause. it has been hell today trying to manage the pain in my left arm. joy.

the Yankees won yesterday at home against Boston, 5-2. they are off tonight and start a series out in Seattle tomorrow night.

the New Orleans Saints whipped Dallas yesterday in Dallas, 44-19. that was beautiful to watch.

Big Brother was good last night.

Industry was excellent last night.

Power Book II: Ghost was very good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw.

i'm hoping to be on here tomorrow before Manchester United plays in the League Cup.

i hope everyone had a great weekend...

i will probably watch a little of the NFL game tonight between the Falcons and Eagles.

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.

Uno de esos días donde la espalda dice no

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:

Joe Bonamassa - Scarlet Town

Amythyst Kiah - Fake Plastic Trees

Been Stellar - Passing Judgment

Lucero - I Woke Up In New Orleans

Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland

"Imagination is the highest kite one can fly." - Lauren Bacall

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

i guess i still have it, whatever it is...

 so, the woman i am doing a book with that should come out in July, texted me last night to tell me she needed some more poems. she then requested one that was David Lynch like. i haven't written anything weird for the sake of being weird in quite some time. so, i told her i would have something to her by the end of the night. when i started putting the dishes into the dishwasher last night, i had a few lines pop in my head. i went to my room and started writing the poem out and was pretty happy with what it turned into being. i sent it off to her and she loved it and will include it in the book. that made me happy. i texted her back and said i guess i still have it. it being that thing William S. Burroughs always talked about. the ego to believe that you are the best to ever do this, regardless if it is the truth or not. now, i just need to squeeze a few more out of the rock and i'll be good to go.

Monday Night Raw was good last night.

Name That Tune was pretty funny last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT and Deadliest Catch.

the New York Yankees start a series tonight at home against Minnesota.

i should be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done.

i need to take mom to her physical therapy appointment this afternoon. i'm hoping i will write some poems while i am in the waiting room.

that's 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.

Supongo que todavía lo tengo, sea lo que sea.

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:

Wishy - Love On The Outside

Cigarettes After Sex - Baby Blue Movie

Lana Del Rey - hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have 

Nine Inch Nails - She's Gone Away

Been Stellar - Pumpkin

"Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you." 

                                                                         - Robert Fulghum

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: