to wake up to a lawnmower when the grass doesn't need to be cut...

i was having a nice little afternoon nap while watching soccer and the next thing i know, i heard a lawnmower blasting in my head. i woke up like, what the fuck, and sure enough, the guy that mows our lawn was out there. i'm not sure the grass had grown at all. when my mother came out to the living room, i told her hopefully, this will kill it and it won't need to be cut the rest of the year.

i'm not sure why i was napping. i didn't get up this morning until 11 AM. of course, i didn't go to bed until 5 AM. joy.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

the 30 Rock special last night was pretty fucking stupid. i did laugh a few times.

Holey Moley was hilarious last night.

Don't was pretty good last night.

Cake was pretty damn weird last night.

NXT UK was another best of last night.

Desus & Mero was excellent last night.

i did watch some of the Columbus Crew last night. they were playing the New York Red Bulls. i was pleasantly surprised that Columbus won 2-0. they might actually be pretty good this year.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Smackdown. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

i did take mom to the bank today so she could deposit her check. it was the first time she had been out of the house for days.

i believe my sister is coming down here tomorrow. the weather is supposed to be hotter than shit this weekend. great.

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. i'm going to shoot for the morning, thinking i might actually be asleep before the sun starts coming up.

i hope everyone has a great weekend.

until tomorrow kids.

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

wear your mask.

ojalá algún día tenga mejores sueños

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:

War & Pierce - Amen
Jill Scott - A Long Walk
Troi Irons - Am I Happening
Jack Broadbent - This Town (Live)
Keane - Somewhere Only We Know (Live)

"Without a doubt, Ozzy is the craziest person I've ever met. Son of Sam is a close second."
                                                                                                          - Geezer Butler

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

all my good thoughts come on the toilet

i was flipping between the baseball game last night and some of my Sunday night shows when i had to take a shit. while on the toilet, for some damn reason, i had a phrase pop into my head out of nowhere. 2 minutes later, that phrase was a poem. that turned into 3 poems by the end of the night. i typed them up around 1 in the morning, since mom was still awake. i really like them and will probably save them for submissions in August. i did come up with 3 more poems for the submissions tomorrow. i'm going to be busy as fuck in the morning.

the New York Yankees won the first game of the doubleheader yesterday 3-0 and lost the second game by the same score. that means they split the 4 game series with Boston. that also means the Yankees still haven't won a damn series since early June. they start a series tonight in Minnesota.

Big Brother was pretty funny last night.

Power was excellent last night. the ending was fucking perfect.

Twin Peaks was yet another delicious mindfuck.

I'm Dying Up Here was really good last night.

The Strain was fucking awesome last night. since this is the last season of the show, i'm expecting some crazy ass shit.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

Manchester United plays tonight against Real Salt Lake. hopefully they do as well as they did against the Galaxy.

i guess i should get ready to take mom to her physical therapy session.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

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:

The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Bellbottoms
Dada - Dizz Knee Land
Red Hot Chili Peppers - I Could Have Lied
K's Choice - Not an Addict

"It doesn't matter who you vote for. It's still the same billionaires that run the world." - Geezer Butler

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

well, i still get proud at clogging a toilet

there are days where i just feel beaten. sort of what i always felt like Kerouac was getting at with the Beat generation. i have plenty of moments where i feel defeated and truly question what the fuck am i doing? but, i still feel proud that i can take a shit large enough to clog a toilet. part of me knows i shouldn't, but that's probably why i do. i have never been like everyone else, why the fuck am i going to start at 40? let's just say, the poems should be interesting for the next few weeks.

the New York Yankees lost again yesterday, 5-2. this is the first time since 1995 they are below .500 after the All Star break. if they can't figure out they need to be sellers at the trade deadline, they are truly fucking clueless. the manager said tonight is a MUST WIN game. i won't be shocked when they lose.

ROH was excellent last night. the match between Roderick Strong and Dalton Castle was excellent. next week's episode should be great.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Power, The Night Of, Ballers, Vice Principals, Roadies and Ray Donovan.

my sister sent me the pics she took up in Cleveland. here's a few of them:

the guy who mows our grass got the toilet unclogged. that certainly saved some money.

i guess i should feed the birds before it storms tonight. i'm certainly not looking forward to a night of constant wind and rain. this could be the night i just drink myself into oblivion.

i hope everyone has a great Sunday. at the very least, i hope it's better than your Saturday was.

i would love to be naive enough to think i could write the words PLEASE STOP KILLING EACH OTHER  and it would make a difference. imagine what this country could have been like if we actually had a honest talk about race after the Civil War. just imagine if we actually would have evolved to be at the point in 2016 that we recognize everyone as a human worth respecting. but, enough people make enough money off of hate, that i can't see anything changing anytime soon. i would love to go one day without seeing that an innocent black male was killed or any cops were killed in response. just one fucking day. and when that becomes too much to ask for, you can imagine what we're degenerating into.

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:

The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight
The Black Keys - The Flame
Mazzy Star - Fade Into You
Gary Jules - Mad World

"It doesn't matter who you vote for. It's still the same billionaires that run the world." - Geezer Butler

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

bring on the weak end

if the pain in my bones is correct, it will be raining here in a few hours. in a perfect world, i'll be home from the grocery store before it starts. in reality, it will probably be raining as i'm putting the groceries into the car. good times.

last night was a pretty fucking funny one. i laughed so damn hard i nearly pissed my pants and passed out, at the same time. you talk about talent. the first thing that made me howl was this from Lip Sync Battle:

Big Brother went as i thought it would. it should be an interesting week with one of the twins as HOH. Married was hilarious last night. and i think i'm really going to enjoy Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll. that show made me really laugh. and to have Robert Kelly on drums makes me laugh even harder.

then came The Tonight Show. as i told my mother this morning, this completely reminded me of Carson in the 70's:

i haven't laughed that fucking hard in a long time.

now enjoy a long musical break my friends:

i had a fan send me this next song a long time ago. i still think of her even though we have long since lost touch. so, wherever you are Kelly, i do hope you are well.

the baseball season starts back up tonight. the New York Yankees will be at home playing Seattle. hopefully the boys can get on a nice winning streak to start the second half.

on the DVR tonight will be NJPW and Treehouse Masters.

and then late tonight, Manchester United takes on Club America in Seattle, Washington. i'm really interested to see how all the new players look. plus, i never turn down a chance to have a victory beer.

i feel like today is going to be a good one. it's always nice to wake up to poems being accepted. and then i found some new FREE music from Wilco and Third Eye Blind.

and since those names should have taken you back, welcome to Flashback Friday. today, let's revisit one of my favorite poems i have ever written. and sadly, it's a true story:
http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/100s/issue117socialanxiety.html

i smile when anyone says i make this shit up. god, i really wish that was the case. but, sadly, all the "good" poems comes from experience. and i get those published a hell of a lot more often than when i just sit back and let my imagination take over. now i like the imagination ones better, mostly because they didn't involve me going through any fucking pain to make them.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. i will be back on here sometime before the USA plays Cuba tomorrow in the Gold Cup.

the weather is supposed to be really hot and sticky this weekend. just perfect weather for fat people like me.

enjoy that visual.

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:

Wilco - Star Wars
Third Eye Blind - From Third Eye Blind to You: A Mixtape

"I like to deal in the reality of life. I'm too old to sing about women and things like that." - Geezer Butler

and your pro wrestling video of the day: