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Monday, April 1, 2024

welcome to national poetry month

 i try to do something with this blog every April to highlight poetry in one way or another. given how hectic my life is at the moment, i am going to do bare minimum shit this year. i do plan on having 3 different videos in the blog each day of poetry. any day where you see just my videos, you know that was one of those busier than shit days, etc.


so, here are your videos for this day of national poetry month:







the New York Yankees won yesterday at Houston, sweeping the Astros, 4-3. they start a series tonight at Arizona.







the final 4 is now set. congrats to Purdue and NC State.




A Gentleman in Moscow was very good last night.



The Regime was really good last night. the series finale is next week.




Curb Your Enthusiasm was fucking hilarious last night. the series finale is next week.


Last Week Tonight was BRILLIANT as usual.



here are your NBA highlights from yesterday:



enjoy some music:







and now some of this and that:









on the DVR tonight will be The Voice and Monday Night Raw.


i made a trip to the bank today to deposit a check and it took way longer than it should have.


Orkin started a day early out here. i think they wanted to get most of the outdoor stuff done so they can do the inside stuff tomorrow when it is supposed to be raining cats and dogs.


i did watch the Bray Wyatt documentary this afternoon on Peacock. i highly recommend it and bring along some tissues. you WILL cry watching it.




the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Pittsburgh.



i have to get up early as fuck tomorrow, so that's all for me kids.


a big thank you to everyone that checked out my latest published poems:




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.


mes nacional de la poesía


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:


Ryan Bingham - The Poet


Father John Misty - I'm Writing a Novel


Disturbed - The Sound of Silence


Hayes Carll - Drunken Poet's Dream


The Doors - The End


"I was a piano player before I was a poet." - Gil Scott-Heron


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




Friday, August 25, 2023

beyond gutted...

 so, after i got done with the blog yesterday, i got the news. and having just come off the death of Terry Funk, this news hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. even a day later, i don't want to fucking believe it. but, part of me is so fucking numb to death anymore, i sadly know it is true. Bray Wyatt died yesterday at the age of 36. heart attack. he was one of the most creative wrestlers i can ever remember. and he had only scratched the surface of what he wanted to do. i feel for his family, his children, and all the fireflies that are hurting today. i did see that WWE was donating all net proceeds from his merchandise to his family. so, i did make a purchase last night. fuck, it was the least i could to do. rest in peace brother. you will never be forgotten.










Big Brother was good last night. Hisam did get evicted. i believe Cameron is the new HOH.


What We Do in the Shadows was fucking hilarious last night. the two part season finale is next week.


NJPW was excellent last night.


enjoy some music:







and now some of this and that:








on the DVR tonight will be Smackdown and AEW Rampage. i'll watch NXT Level Up sometime tonight on Peacock.


the Yankees play tonight at Tampa. i doubt i watch much of the game.


i should be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays. hopefully, i'll be in a good mood.



i went to Rite Aid today to get my flu shot and my Pneumococcal vaccine. thankfully, they weren't that busy.


i hope everyone has a great weekend.


hard to believe that college football starts 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.


solo los buenos mueren jovenes


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:


Code Orange - Shatter


The Lennings - Secondhand


Killer Mike w/Future, Andre 3000, Eryn Allen Kane - SCIENTISTS & ENGINEERS


Francisca Valenzuela w/Ximena Sarinana - Nada Para Ti


Nation of Language - Too Much, Enough


"If God existed, and if He cared for humankind, He would never have given us religion." - Martin Amis


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