it was 70 degrees here before noon. that feels like summer to me.
i sent out 5 poems late last night to Synchronized Chaos. i have no clue if i will make the cut off for the issue on May 1st. my writer's block comes and goes more than ever before now. i think i probably need to have a great mind fuck to release a few demons.
below are your 3 videos for this day of national poetry month:
the New York Yankees won last night at Milwaukee, 15-3. hopefully, they will win the series this afternoon.
here are your highlights from the NHL playoffs yesterday:
here are your highlights from the NBA playoffs yesterday:
AEW Collision and AEW Rampage were ok last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be A Gentleman in Moscow, The Sympathizer and The Jinx Part 2.
the New York Rangers play Game 4 of their series against Washington tonight. if they win on the road, they will sweep the Capitals.
i'm sure i will watch plenty of the NHL and NBA playoffs today.
i did like what the New Orleans Saints did on day 3 of the NFL Draft.
i hope everyone had a great Saturday. i hope your Sunday will be even better.
i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.
until then...
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 verano
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:
Slick Rick - Children's Story
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt. 2
Outkast - Player's Ball
LL Cool J - Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed by Buildings
Beastie Boys - So What'cha Want
"Many receive advice, only the wise profit from it." - Harper Lee
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
it's hard to believe that the Oklahoma City bombing was 25 years ago today. even harder for me to believe the right wing nut jobs are even more prevalent today.
here is your video for this day of National Poetry Month:
that Global Citizen concert yesterday, One World: Together at Home was pretty good.
Austin City Limits last night was the John Prine episode i mistakenly deleted a month ago. so i was really happy to get to watch that again.
ROH was good last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be The Last Dance, VICE, Homeland, The Longest War, Atlanta's Missing and Murdered:The Lost Children, Westworld, Insecure and Last Week Tonight.
my bones tell me that rain is on the way, so this will probably be one of those days where i try to write the misery away.
i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. judging by the fridge this morning, i might have to go to the grocery store tomorrow.
i hope everyone had a good Saturday. i hope your Sunday will be even better.
until tomorrow kids...
dos almas perdidas rara vez se encuentran
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:
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Part II (Live)
The Wood Brothers - Think About My Death (Live)
Will Hoge - Too Late Too Soon (Live)
"How I long to fall just a little bit, to dance out of the lines and stray from the light." - Dar Williams
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
it has rained all day today. and by rain, i mean it has fucking poured so bad there is some flooding. it wasn't that fun driving mom to her physical therapy considering a few of the roads were covered with water and the highway was full of trucks going slow. joy. thankfully, i got her there on time with no problems, other than the parking lot was flooded more or less. nothing quite like having wet shoes and socks for the next few hours. i drop mom off at the door, so she doesn't have too far to walk.
i got 16 poems written while she was in physical therapy today. i have no clue when i will get those typed up.
the New York Rangers won last night over Boston, 4-3 in a shootout. it was a pretty entertaining game, that's for sure.
NXT was really good last night.
NXT UK was really good yesterday as well.
Drop the Mic was hilarious last night.
The Masked Singer was fucking crazy last night. second week in a row i was correct.
You're the Worst was excellent last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, The Big Bang Theory, Young Sheldon, Celebrity Big Brother, Will & Grace and Lip Sync Battle.
i know right from wrong. i am a good person deep within, no matter what the poems happen to say. i never wanted to be an angel to anyone, but a good deed can be misread by any soul. i was brushing my teeth today and the nerves in my left shoulder started to fire. deep down, i think my central nervous system is starting a revolution. and being the stubborn creature i am, i'll drink it away and just accept the consequences. my mother drilled into my head when i was a child, choices and consequences. she was horrified when i accepted the consequences of anything that might kill me. i'm 42, holding on, and still waiting to cross the final line. there's a woman in Rome that is stealing my heart. given this tragedy i am living, i'll die on the flight over. none of this is supposed to make sense. that's the only way i am able to get a measly 4 hours of sleep a day. rinse and repeat. crisis and chaos be damned. the thought that someone actually wants to hold me is what keeps me from going to a tall building and testing gravity. of course, that someone is 6 hours ahead of me in time and lord knows, i am not allowed such feelings at this point of my life. society says i should be defeated, lost, left to those in the small circles of the small press. this is what happens when you know you are mentally ill but won't accept any pills to live a sanitized life. sabotage is my middle name. if you knew how much evil i suppress each day. it's like swallowing a world of shit with each breath. joy is being pulled in a thousand directions by just one soul. a soul that can only accept any help on her terms and her terms alone. i think i heard my first blues song when i was 5 years old. being sexually abused at 4, i was able to understand the pain way too early in my life. that's not a good recipe to have friends or fall in love. Otis Redding plays me to sleep each night. a lonely saxophone cries in the distance. somewhere Kerouac and Charlie Parker ask me to cook up a shot for them. glamour is dying with a little bit of style. my dreams tell me all i need to know. none of it will ever happen. any of us will be lucky to die indoors. i refuse to have a pet. i know what they do to dead bodies.
here is your World Cup update:
Portugal defeated Morocco 1-0. actually CR7 defeated them as Portugal sat back for most of the game. Uruguay won 1-0 over Saudi Arabia. that puts Uruguay and Russia through to the knockout round. Spain defeated Iran 1-0, although Spain did their best to shit that lead away for most of the second half. tomorrow, the games are Denmark vs. Australia, France vs. Peru and Argentina vs. Croatia.
the New York Yankees won last night against Seattle, 7-2. they got some great pitching (only gave up 2 hits) and the Yankees hit 4 home runs last night. that's a good recipe to win most games. hopefully, they will win again tonight.
Smackdown was really good last night. thank god they are finally giving Rusev a push.
205 Live was excellent last night.
Deadliest Catch was pretty good last night.
The Jim Jefferies Show was hilarious last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Lucha Underground. i'll watch NXT sometime tonight on WWE Network.
mom paid me today so i made a nice run to the bank this afternoon. and since the broadsides arrived today, i made a trip to the post office as well. and i got back in time for the third World Cup game.
i have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. as you can tell from the first part of this blog, there are some poems swimming around these parts.
that's all for me kids.
a veces tu propia mierda puede matarte
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
music:
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt. 2
Bruce Springsteen - The Ghost of Tom Joad
Charles Bradley - Why Is It so Hard?
David Gray - This Years Love
"Creative people are notoriously the slowest to adopt new technology." - Robert Rodriguez
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
we got 2.3 inches of rain last night. i was in so much pain, i thought i was having a fucking stroke. thankfully, between the alcohol and the rain finally ending, i was able to get some sleep. of course, some sleep to me is a little over 4 hours.
i did wake up in time to watch Manchester United this morning. when United got down 1-0 i was not surprised. United seems to start off every game slow as fuck. thankfully, Lukaku evened the game at 1-1 before halftime. Jesse Lingard scored in the second half to give United the win 2-1. now i'm sure most Chelsea fans are going to bitch about their goal in the second half that was called offside (it wasn't). given the number of times United has been fucked over this season by shitty calls, all i can do is laugh at them.
i did watch most of the Gold medal game last night between Russia and Germany in hockey at the Winter Olympics. when Russia scored that short handed goal to send the game to OT last night, i knew they weren't going to lose. Germany played their hearts out, but when you take the lead with 3 minutes to go in the game, you have to win that in regulation. of course, the penalty Germany took in OT didn't help them either. Russia scored on the power play to win the game (4-3) and the Gold medal.
ROH was excellent last night.
Notes From the Field was great last night. i highly recommend that everyone on earth watch this.
Celebrity Big Brother was sort of a review of the last 3 weeks of the show. i really like Ross to win it all tonight in the finale, but anyone is truly possible. as long as Omarosa doesn't win, i'm cool with it.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Celebrity Big Brother, Our Cartoon President, Homeland, The Chi, Here and Now, Divorce, Crashing and Last Week Tonight.
i'll be watching WWE Elimination Chamber for most of the evening on WWE Network.
i saw this morning that the New York Rangers traded Rick Nash to Boston for 3 players and 2 draft picks, including Boston's first round pick in this year's draft. that kind of shocked me. not that Nash got traded, but just how much Boston gave up to get him. it's kind of ironic that the Rangers traded him on the day they are retiring Jean Ratelle's number 19. Jean got traded to Boston from New York as well. retiring his number is long overdue. the Rangers play Detroit tonight. i'm hoping i will get to see some of the pregame ceremonies.
after United played this morning, i had to go to Meijer to get some shit. i figured if i wanted to do my laundry, i actually need some detergent to do so. so, i got plenty of that as they were having a sale. also, i couldn't turn down a Norman Bates Psycho Funko Pop! or a Deadpool coffee mug, that was also on sale. i figure tomorrow is going to be laundry day. joy.
i'll probably be on here tomorrow between loads. you do with that whatever your dirty mind desires.
i hope everyone had a good Saturday. hopefully your Sunday will be even better.
hora de comenzar a beber
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...
Parliament - Give Up the Funk (Tear the Roof off the Sucker)
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones, Pt. 2
Luniz - I Got 5 On It
"I was really good at being a bad guy." - Ric Flair
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
