i was all ready to get some sleep last night and mom let out a scream at 4:45 AM. i went into her room and turned on the lights and she was wondering where her flowers were. i asked her why would you have flowers in the bed with you? she then told me she loves me and went back to sleep. i mumbled to myself... and people wonder why the fuck i don't get any sleep. good times.
here are your 3 videos for this day of national poetry month:
here are your highlights from the NHL playoffs last night:
and now some of this and that:
the New York Rangers play Game 3 of their series with the Capitals tonight at Washington. the Rangers will be looking to go up 3-0 in the series.
i might watch some of rounds 2 and 3 tonight in the NFL draft.
i will probably be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays at home against Burnley.
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.
Y ahora se siente como si estuviera atrapado en un vacío
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:
Jana Mila - Somebody New
Viben - Pablo Picasso
Lizz Wright w/Meshell Ndegeocello and Brandee Younger - Your Love
David Gilmour - The Piper's Call
Mary Gauthier - Coney Island Baby
"Writers, particularly poets, always feel exiled in some way - people who don't exactly feel at home, so they try to find a home in language." - Natasha Trethewey
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
