cobwebs...

sometimes i wake up and it feels like i am in cobwebs. and no matter what i do, i can't break out of them. 4 hours later and believe me, it's fucking frustrating.

mom wants me to sit in and listen with her call with the lawyer today. so, i'm not sure if i will get all of this written by the time that happens.

the New York Yankees won last night, 5-3, to finish off the four game sweep of Baltimore. they are back at home tonight to play the White Sox. the Yankees are now 6 games out of first place in the division.

Big Brother was pretty good last night.

the finale of Sharp Objects was fucking great last night, especially the ending.

Ballers was good last night.

Insecure was very good last night.

Power was excellent last night.

America to Me was really, really good last night. that high school almost reminds me of my old high school.

the finale of Who is America? was great last night.

the season finale of Our Cartoon President was hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

Manchester United plays this afternoon at home against Tottenham. i'd love to be positive and believe that United will win. i'm too old for that bullshit though.

i hope everyone had a wonderful weekend.

i will probably be on here tomorrow in the afternoon.

es solo locura privada de sueño

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:

Houndmouth - Sedona
MGMT - Time to Pretend
Shinedown - Sound of Madness

"You aren't learning anything when you're talking." - Lyndon B. Johnson

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

i suppose i should have gone to bed before 5 in the morning...

and after just 4 hours of sleep, before i could even take the morning shit, my mother asked me to make biscuits and gravy for breakfast. last night was one of those nights where i was burning the candle at both ends. between flipping between baseball and football, watching Triplemania on the computer, and finally having it out with the scam artist from Italy... last night was one of those nights where i could feel the blood flowing like my youth. i'm sure i'm going to fucking pay for it today.

for the first time all season, the New York Yankees won both games of a doubleheader. they won the first game 10-3. they won the second game 5-1. they will go for the 4 game sweep of Baltimore tonight.

the New Orleans Saints started off slow last night, but came back to rout the Chargers 36-7.

Triplemania 26 last night was crazy. it's probably the only AAA event i try to watch every year. it sucks that i can only watch it on the computer, but i get it for free, so i'm not going to complain too much. i haven't seen a Mexican death match in so long, i almost forgot just how fucking violent they really are. holy shit. last night truly was fucking crazy.

so, somewhere around the 4th hour of wrestling and 3 strong drinks in, the woman from Italy contacted me on Google Hangouts. amazingly, she once again started talking about phone problems and i just snapped. i told her about how i never wanted to believe she was trying to scam me, but when i have people from all around the world tell me about the same fucking scam, it's kind of hard to not believe it any longer. so after telling her to fuck off, i blocked her. those old poems will be more ironic than anything now.

i did watch that Drew Michael comedy special on HBO last night. not having an audience was a bold choice for it, but i think it worked. it was funny enough that it didn't just seem like a crazy person rambling for 50 minutes.

ROH was excellent last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Power, the series finale of Sharp Objects, Ballers, Insecure, the season finales of Who is America? and Our Cartoon President, and finally America to Me.

i will probably be on here in the morning tomorrow, sometime before Manchester United plays.

i hope everyone had a great Saturday. i hope your Sunday is even better.

algunos tontos nunca aprenden

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:

Sudan Archives - Nont For Sale
Jorja Smith - February 3rd
Prince - Black Sweat
The Weeknd - Call Out My Name

"One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody." - Mother Teresa

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

sometimes crazy just finds you...

before i get to an absolutely insane Sunday, a little poetry news to pass on first.

i sent out 13 poems today, 3 to Yellow Mama and 5 each to Reprehensible Digest and Zombie Logic Review. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.

mom got fucking stung by a bee yesterday while in her room. she didn't realize she didn't have her window completely closed. so, i know how the bee got in the house. i had to go out and get some Benadryl for her. she got stung on the neck, close to the throat. good times.

Manchester United played like absolute garbage yesterday. they lost to Brighton 3-2. honestly, the game never felt that close.

the New York Yankees won yesterday 10-2 to sweep Toronto. of course, it wasn't all good news, as Didi Gregorius left the game with a badly bruised heel. i'd be shocked if he doesn't get put on the disabled list. the Yankees are off tonight and start a series with Marlins down in Florida tomorrow.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. the one side of the house continues to be fucking stupid.

Sharp Objects was fucking great last night. i can't wait for the series finale next week.

Ballers was hilarious last night.

Insecure was great last night.

Last Week Tonight was fucking brilliant as usual.

the season finale of The Affair was great. the show is coming back for a 5th and final season. it will be interesting to see where they go since it's obvious the final season will be about guilt.

Who is America? was fucking outrageous last night.

Our Cartoon President was very funny last night.

WWE SummerSlam last night was better than i was expecting. a heel turn i loved, some title changes i was cool with and one i wish someone else would have won the title, and just a really good show. my only complaint was the length. from the pre-show to the main event was 6 fucking hours.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Carpool Karaoke: When Corden Met McCartney. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i just put my last load of laundry in the dryer. it's been raining here, so this is a special kind of hell on my back.

i will be on here tomorrow after a trip to the bank. mom paid me back for the last two weeks. so, i will have a nice chunk to deposit tomorrow.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

Pasé la noche hablando con la musa. me enamoro más de cada palabra.

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:

Joshua Radin - You Got What I Need
New Edition - Can You Stand the Rain
Reggie Watts - Having Sex (Live)

"Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness." - H.P. Lovecraft

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

one of those Sundays where you'd love to sleep in...

i think i might have finally fell asleep last night around 4 in the morning. i was up a little after 8. i have no clue how i'm going to do today on roughly 4 hours of sleep. my best guess is not well.

mom wasn't feeling good at all yesterday. her blood pressure was low and she just casually mentioned that low blood pressure is a sign of a stroke. needless to say, i've been fucking paranoid since. she hasn't shown any other signs, but i am watching her like a fucking hawk.

the New York Yankees won yesterday against Toronto 11-6. they go for the sweep this afternoon.

ROH was excellent last night.

Lynyrd Skynyrd: If I Leave Here Tomorrow was much better than i thought it was going to be last night.

NXT Takeover: Brooklyn 4 was spectacular last night. every match was either really good or fucking great. and as usual, the show was better than what the main roster will probably do tonight.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Sharp Objects, Ballers, Insecure, Last Week Tonight, the season finale of The Affair, Who is America? and Our Cartoon President.

i will be watching WWE SummerSlam for most of the evening on WWE Network.

Manchester United plays in a few minutes at Brighton. hopefully they will get another victory.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after i send out some poems.

i hope everyone had a great Saturday. i hope your Sunday is even better.

es difícil sentir amor mientras está solo

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:

Amy Helm - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man
Dance With The Dead - Oracle

"Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker." - Ogden Nash

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

death is in the air...

when i saw the news about Aretha Franklin being gravely ill from cancer, my first thought was how celebrities tend to die in threes. then, i saw the news about Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart passing away at just 63 years old. probably one of my favorite wrestling heels from my youth and probably why i still wear my goatee like i do. Aretha isn't dead yet, as of me writing this, so who knows who the three will be.

i wrote 3 poems yesterday. i typed them up and really like them.

my left leg was still bothering me last night. this morning, i spilled hot coffee on it (not on purpose) and felt nothing. i'm wondering now how much of my leg is actually dead. good times.

the New York Yankees won yesterday against Texas, 7-2. they play a make up game tonight against the Mets at home. hopefully they can win tonight and get to 32 games over .500.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. of course, mom and i were watching in the living room and the television just died during the show. i believe the tv was just 10 years old. it almost reminded me of my youth when a picture tube would just go out in the old televisions. it still comes on, but no damn picture. joy. so, of course, mom broke out her consumer reports today to figure out the best television to buy. or, how i like to call it, paralysis by analysis.

Power was excellent last night.

Sharp Objects was really good last night.

Ballers was pretty funny last night.

Insecure was excellent last night. the muse was shocked that i actually watch this show. that made me laugh. if she actually paid attention to what i watch, she would realize i'm probably closer to being black than i am to being white.

Last Week Tonight was fucking hilarious, as usual.

The Affair was heartbreaking last night. the season finale next week should be another gut punch.

Who is America? was fucking ridiculous last night.

Our Cartoon President was hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i mailed the cd i made for the muse today at the post office. now, the true waiting game begins. i have no clue if she actually wrote a letter to me this weekend or not. i'm not going to ask her. it wouldn't do my ego any good for the answer to be shit, i forgot.

i'll be on here sometime tomorrow after i take mom to her eye doctor's appointment. i'm hoping she just needs a new prescription for her glasses. if it's more than that, then it will be time for surgery yet again. joy.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

¿Alguien realmente está sorprendido de que el presidente sea jodidamente estúpido?

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:

Radiant Children - Life's a Bitch
Jason Isbell - Cover Me Up
Aretha Franklin - Bridge Over Troubled Water (Live)

"I have the perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it." - Alfred Hitchcock

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

4 in the morning, in a cold sweat...

i am somewhat used to having bad dreams. i mean, i have probably died in my dreams a couple million times i suppose. but the dream last night was different. it felt more real, more likely to fucking happen. i would guess the dream was about 10 to 15 years in the future. i know it was a dream because i was successful and happy. the writing was actually making me money and i was with a beautiful woman (the muse). i was walking down the street, back to our little utopia in some tall building in some big city, where out of nowhere i was shot in the face and killed. and it happened just like that. no warning, no slow motion... i popped out of bed like what the fuck. i got online to see if the muse happened to be awake, as she would be the only one i would want to talk to at that point. of course, 4 in the morning, most people are fucking asleep. i got back in bed and tried to calm myself. that didn't work but i eventually did go back to sleep. i think i got 3 hours or so after that. i have had this long held belief, since childhood, that happiness was something that i wasn't supposed to experience in this life. i have tried for over 30 years to try to change that. i haven't been successful. the muse is one of the few humans on this planet that makes me think such change is possible. i tend to think the dream last night was my subconscious reminding me that no matter how much i think i can change, or if change is even possible, it will be taken away in a snap of the fingers.

i did finish the mix cd i made for the muse last night. i'm going to be really interested to see what her reaction to this will be.

the New York Yankees won yesterday 5-3 over Texas. the bullpen tried to give the game away but thankfully Miguel Andujar hit a clutch homer in the 7th that was the winning runs. the Yankees can win the series this afternoon.

i took a nap after i finished the blog yesterday. i actually woke up feeling somewhat refreshed. so, after the baseball game was over yesterday, i decided to go out to the store. i found what mom and i couldn't find at Meijer finally yesterday. plus, right before i left, mom told me that Kroger had called. that meant the pills i called in must be ready. so i went there after Meijer, got my pills and a couple other things. i made it back home before dinner.  that made me feel at least productive.

ROH was excellent last night.

i did watch Henry Rollins: Keep Talking, Pal again last night. it was much better than i was expecting.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Power, The Affair, Who is America?, Our Cartoon President, Sharp Objects, Ballers and Insecure.

i know mom has two appointments coming up this week. she's finally getting her eyes checked on Tuesday. and then on Friday, she's going to an appointment down by where she went to rehab. i'm not sure when i'm going to do the grocery shopping on Friday. but, i won't stress over that clusterfuck until it happens.

i hope everyone had a good Saturday. hopefully, your Sunday will be even better.

Moriré solo y miserable, tal como Dios quiso

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:

Q Lazzarus - Goodbye Horses
Cowboy Junkies - Powderfinger
Maria McKee - If Love Is a Red Dress (Hang Me in Rags)

"Creation is a drug I can't do without." - Cecil B. DeMille

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

sometimes the pain just becomes a way to pass the time...

i think i might have got almost 4 hours of sleep last night. between the Sunday night shows, the Yankees inventing new ways to lose, a long phone call with the muse and my new addiction of watching black women masturbate, sleep just wasn't a priority last night.

the muse had to tell me all about her weekend in Chicago. i laughed, no wonder so many people got shot. she just had to tell me about all the guys she met, all the dick she could have had and the guy that's coming to visit her in 2 weeks. as much as i would love to think that she likes making me jealous and driving me nuts, it isn't that. she simply only thinks of me as a friend. and when the conversations veer into this direction, i know i have fallen into what many women consider the gay best friend territory. this is my personal hell. how to make the woman of my dreams/nightmares think of me in a way that i'm not in the friend territory? you'd think the phone sex, the 3 page letters or the poems would be enough... i figure i'm going to have to let success be the marker i throw down. and that goes against every fiber in my soul. pure fucking hell.

the New York Yankees were up 4-1 last night in Boston and had their closer on the mound. i was watching as i was really hoping to have a drink. silly me. shitty command and a costly error later, Boston had tied the game at 4. i didn't bother to watch the 10th inning, as i knew what would happen. sure enough, Boston finished off the sweep, winning 5-4 in 10 innings. the Yankees are now 9 1/2 games out in the division and should basically start focusing on the wildcard race now. they keep losing and they won't be hosting that 1 game playoff in early October. the Yankees start a series in Chicago tonight against the White Sox. they stink, so of course, i expect the Yankees to struggle.

Big Brother was really good last night. the Hacker competition was a nice twist in the game.

Power was excellent last night.

Sharp Objects was great last night.

the season finale of Succession was really fucking good last night. i certainly didn't see that ending coming.

Last Week Tonight was brilliant as usual.

The Affair was a bit shocking last night. i didn't see that ending coming either, but i certainly want to know what the fuck happened.

Who is America? was fucking hilarious last night.

Our Cartoon President was really funny as well last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

thank god the Manchester United game yesterday wasn't available on television here in the USA. i looked at the match stats and saw how badly United was outplayed by Bayern Munich. i'm not looking forward to the season starting on Friday.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after i get all the poems out.

i hope everyone had a good weekend.

la mayoría de los poetas encuentran el éxito después de que están muertos

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:

Deer Tick - Goodbye, Dear Friend
The Phantoms - Watch Me
Mazzy Star - Fade Into You (Live)
Pretty Lights - Can't Stop Me Now

"Art is what you can get away with." - Andy Warhol

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one of those evenings...

last night was one of those nights that i wonder if i have only because i am a poet. spending hours in the dark, contemplating suicide, in tears, wondering why i'm wasting my time. then, writing three brilliant poems and having a laugh. of course, the music program i recorded last night didn't have sound on it, so not everything turned to a bucket of gold.

i did write 3 poems last night. they are pretty dark but i do love them. i did a little poetry work earlier in the day. i do believe i know where my next 38 poems will be going. that will probably happen early tomorrow or Tuesday.

the New York Yankees lost yet again yesterday, 4-1. Chance Adams had a decent first major league start, but the offense showed no signs of life until the 9th inning. this is the first time all season the Yankees have lost 4 games in a row. they will have to win tonight to avoid the sweep.

so i got an email from my mother last night, something about 32 things you find in every grandmother's home or something like that. it kind of set me off as i was molested in my grandmother's home. so, you might imagine what the first poem i wrote last night is about. i suppose last night is truly the sign that the counseling never worked. that i'm still haunted by what happened to me 38 years ago. but, i didn't do any drugs last night. and i didn't drink. god knows, i probably should have done both.

i was really looking forward to that Paul Thorn special on PBS last night. the picture was fine but the sound was all garbled and awful. it sounded like nothing but static. i fast forwarded a few minutes and it was still the same. fuck it, i just deleted it.

ROH was really good last night.

i think i might have got 4 hours of sleep at best.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Power, Sharp Objects, the season finale of Succession, Last Week Tonight, The Affair, Who is America? and Our Cartoon President.

Manchester United plays their final preseason game this afternoon against Bayern Munich in Germany. at this point, all i'm hoping for is no more fucking injuries. United starts the Premier League season on Friday.

i believe the rain is supposed to be back by tomorrow. hopefully, i'll have all the poems out before that fucking misery begins.

i hope everyone on this planet had a better Saturday than i did. and i do hope your Sunday is even better.

en un poema, la musa en realidad me mató

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 Creation - Making Time
The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes
The Rolling Stones - Play With Fire
The Doors - The End

"Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand." - Neil Armstrong

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

where the hell did this month go?

first off, a big thank you to everyone who has listened to and sent me their thoughts on my latest SoundCloud recording, "splashing in an ocean". i really do appreciate it.
https://soundcloud.com/j-j-campbell/splashing-in-an-ocean

i did write 2 poems yesterday. i typed them up and i really, really liked them. this hasn't been that productive of a month for me writing. but, i wasn't exactly shooting for 100 poems either. i wanted to take it easy this month, and i think i have accomplished that.

the New York Yankees won yesterday against the Royals, 6-3. they got a good, solid start from J.A. Happ and got enough offense to take 3 out of 4 in the series. they are off tonight and start a little 2 game series at home against Baltimore tomorrow.

Big Brother was pretty good last night.

the season finale of Total Bellas was good last night.

Power was excellent last night.

Sharp Objects was fucking crazy last night. next week's episode looks even crazier.

Succession was excellent last night. the season finale next week looks amazing.

Last Week Tonight was fucking great last night.

The Affair was really good last night.

Who is America? was fucking hilarious last night.

Our Cartoon President was hilarious as well last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i'll be on here tomorrow after mom has her procedure for her back. i'm really hoping the injection goes well and works immediately. this will be the first time she's having it done in the office and not a hospital. i'm hoping it's a little easier process than before.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

cualquier cosa que pueda hacer por ti, lo haré

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:

Flatbush Zombies - Headstone
Kendrick Lamar - The Blacker the Berry
Run the Jewels - Legend Has It

"My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me." - Henry Ford

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

when the dreams become weird and bitter...

oh, how i love waking up to missed calls from the muse and rejected poems. just how i wanted to start off my Sunday morning.

i heard back from Gordon at Brief Wilderness on the poems i sent back in January and then again in April. he apologized for taking so long but decided to pass on the poems. so, there's another 5 for the unpublished file. i'm tempted to keep these together and get them published as a group somewhere. more on that in August.

i did type up the 5 poems i wrote the other day last night. i really like a few of them. i'm sure they will be a part of the first submissions of August as well.

the New York Yankees split the doubleheader with the Royals yesterday. they lost the first game 10-5. just too many fucking mistakes and yet another shitty start from their ace, Luis Severino. in the second game, the Yankees came from behind late to win 5-4. they will go for the series win this afternoon with their new pitcher J.A. Happ getting the start. the Yankees made another trade last night after the second game of the doubleheader. they traded the human white flag and a minor league pitcher to the Cardinals for a minor league first baseman and more importantly, international pool bonus money. the rumor is they are in the process of signing the #9 international prospect and the money from the Cardinals will go towards that. once again, good business.

Manchester United lost to Liverpool yesterday 4-1. i won't put much stock into the game since most of United's players are still on their World Cup break. that being said, boy it's going to be tough to watch this team early in the season. good god.

ROH was really good last night.

i felt bad for mom yesterday at Meijer. one, she was pooped by the time we got in the store from the parking lot. two, her vision is going bad it seems. she had a hard time focusing on signs and labels. i don't know if she needs new glasses or if her cornea has gotten worse. we did find most of what we were looking for. i think i'll have to go to Menard's for the shower spray refill though.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, the season finale of Total Bellas, Power, Sharp Objects, Succession, Last Week Tonight, The Affair, Who is America? and Our Cartoon President.

i'll probably be on here in the afternoon tomorrow.

i hope everyone had a good Saturday. i hope your Sunday is even better.

a veces los sueños son solo pesadillas felices

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:

Vintage Trouble - Another Man's Words
Metallica - The Small Hours
Alabama Shakes - This Feeling
Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing

"Being a nerd is not about what you love; it's about the way you love it." - Wil Wheaton

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

thoughts and prayers = laughter

the Jesus freaks on Google+ have found me i guess. i get these messages every day from people wanting to pray for me. that's all fine and good, but i'm old enough to know there's always a fucking catch. i think i talk to them to simply be entertained. i love to see what methods criminals use to try to trick me. it is even more fun when i don't have money to foolishly give away.

the New York Yankees game was rained out last night. they will make up that game against the Mets in August. the Yankees start a series down in that dump in Tampa tonight. the Yankees are currently 5 games behind Boston in the division.

Big Brother was pretty good last night.

Total Bellas was good last night.

Power was excellent last night.

Sharp Objects was great last night.

Succession was excellent last night. this show gets better with each episode.

The Affair was really good last night.

Who is America? was fucking bizarre last night. i'm not sure how the state rep. from Georgia keeps his job.

Our Cartoon President was fucking hilarious last night.

i did follow the Manchester United game yesterday online. i'm not sure why as the game with San Jose finished 0-0.

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.

i'll probably be writing out bills tonight and getting another piece of mail ready to send to the muse as well.

i'd like to thank John Sweet for his nice little blog post about my latest chapbook. it is greatly appreciated my friend.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

i'll be on here tomorrow afternoon most likely. it will probably be between loads of laundry.

un día, todos los monstruos se ejecutarán el lugar

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:

In This Moment - Whore
Halestorm - Freak Like Me
Pretty Lights - Can't Stop Me Now

"The more you reason the less you create." - Raymond Chandler

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

the circle of life...

so there i was eating breakfast this morning with my mother. i was taking a sip of my coffee and suddenly mom sneezed. and she didn't cover her nose and mouth in time. next thing i know i've got whatever on my arm. thankfully, i was already done eating by this point. i looked at her and she started to laugh and wipe whatever off my arm. i suppose i'm going to be paid back for all the times i shit or pissed on her as a child. joy. i have already witnessed the decline of her brain. now, i get to watch the motor skills fade away. so much fun.

the New York Yankees tried to piss away a victory yesterday. their closer couldn't throw a strike to save his life. so, they brought on Chasen Shreve, who i have given the nickname the human white flag to, to try to clean up Chapman's mess. amazingly, he got the job done before all of the lead had evaporated. the Yankees won 7-6. they can win the series against the Mets with a victory tonight, weather permitting.

ROH was excellent last night.

as mom tried to go to sleep last night, she asked me if i smelled something. that's never good. i went into her room and could immediately smell a skunk. i went into the kitchen and could smell it there as well. i opened the door to our back porch and didn't see anything, but you could definitely smell it. it was all stench and fog. mom tried to sleep in the living room, which didn't have the smell in it. my nose isn't as sensitive as hers, so i was able to fall asleep in my bed. of course, i sleep with the fan on. that seems to take care of any smells i don't want.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Total Bellas, Big Brother, Power, Sharp Objects, Succession, The Affair, Who is America? and Our Cartoon President.

i'm watching the British Open right now. the leaderboard is fucking crazy at the moment.

i think Manchester United plays the San Jose Earthquakes this afternoon. the game isn't on television, so i'll follow it online i suppose.

the weather here is still shitty. there is all this rain in the area, so i'm feeling fucking miserable at the moment. i'm hoping icing my back down will help. this kind of misery is usually when i feel like i could use a needle and a spoon.

i hope everyone had a good Saturday. hopefully, your Sunday will be even better.

a veces toda la miseria en el mundo puede desaparecer con un pequeño beso

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:

Massive Attack - Teardrop
Portishead - Glory Box
Garbage - #1 Crush

"What's done to children, they will do to society." - Karl A. Menninger

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