welcome to National Poetry Month...

come every April here on the blog, i try to do a little something special for National Poetry Month. but, since the apocalypse is upon us and i'm not really in the mood, don't expect anything magnificent this year. i'm sure i'll post some videos, maybe even do a few myself. i know i am planning on doing some recording this month. hopefully, i will do some writing and get some shit published as well. with that being said, here is your video for this day of National Poetry Month:

i did go to the bank today. i could tell i was out of it. couldn't figure out how to open the tube in the drive thru and i fucking forgot to sign the check. i guess 3 hours of sleep isn't going to cut it anymore. after that, i went to the drugstore. of course, no fucking toilet paper at all to be found. i wasn't in the mood for a search today, so after i got what was on the list, i went home. i think i might have got about 30 minutes of sleep this afternoon. that will have to do.

Dark Side of the Ring and After Dark last night were both brilliant. the topic last night of the show was New Jack. New Jack was probably the craziest wrestler i've ever seen in my life.

WWE Backstage was good last night.

The Scheme was really good last night. it really showed how naive the NCAA and FBI are about money in college basketball.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, The Masked Singer, AEW and NXT.

hopefully, i will have a new recording posted by tomorrow on SoundCloud. i have about six poems i'd like to do this month.

amazingly, i haven't had a drop of alcohol in weeks. god i can't wait for sports to come back.

the other thing about April 1st, it is the anniversary of my baptism. i don't think anything can describe my relationship with god better than being baptized on April Fool's Day.

here are some links to poems you should read...
https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2020/03/19/puma-perl-3/
https://cajunmuttpress.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/cajun-mutt-press-featured-writer-04-01-20/

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. hopefully it will be after a few more hours of sleep.

stay healthy kids...

until tomorrow...

afortunadamente, la locura no es un largo viaje

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 Golden Palominos - Dead Inside
Ana Tijoux - Antifa Dance
Shelby Lynne - Don't Even Believe in Love
Tori Amos - Lady In Blue (Live)

"The revolution that takes place in your head, nobody will ever see that." - Gil Scott-Heron

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

welcome to may

i'm not quite sure i'm over the heartbreaking hockey game from last night. i've tried music, other shit on television, drinking, sleep, a fucking shower... and i'm still thinking how the fuck can the New York Rangers give up the winning goal with 1.3 seconds left in the game. i suppose a better question really is, why the fuck was Dan Boyle on the ice at the end of the game to begin with? i mean i love the guy, he went to college with my sister, but he's clearly not one of the top d men on the team. and secondly, how the fuck do the refs miss the hit on Boyle that caused the turnover to begin with? i guess in the playoffs, player safety applies until the refs decide it doesn't. anyways, i really hope this was the wake up call the Rangers needed and come out tomorrow and win game 2. a good way to start is by recognizing that guy wearing #8 for Washington is one of the best players on the planet and someone should be on him at all fucking times. take away his time and space and frustrate the living shit out of him. it's painfully fucking obvious that whatever the fuck the game plan for game 1 was didn't work. sure, it was only a 2-1 loss, but the losing team was the rested team that looked like they had just got finished with a grueling 7 game series with a rival. and before i step off this soapbox... Krieder and Miller, shake it off and keep playing the way you play. Marty St. Louis.. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? Rick Nash... PLEASE WAKE THE FUCK UP AND BE THE GREAT PLAYER YOU ARE. that is all.

the shit on television was good last night. The Big Bang Theory was excellent. Louie was fucking great. The Comedians was sneaky funny this week. the show keeps getting better. and lastly, Lip Sync Battle was once again, much better than it should have been:

i was happy with what the New Orleans Saints did in the NFL Draft yesterday. they have an aging QB, so they went out and got a big Tackle to protect him. smart move. with their second pick, they got a middle linebacker that will compete for a starting job immediately. he's a good tackler and the defense stunk last season, so good move. here are videos of the players:

hopefully they will get 3 more players to fill some holes tonight. i wouldn't mind a couple more defenders and a WR.

the New York Yankees start a series in Boston tonight. i'll probably check that out at some point to take a nap.

i've been hunting music most of today. here's a local band that i'm really starting to get into. ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy Able Danger:

i also got some music on NoiseTrade today. i'll put some links down below in the music section.

and in case you need a smile on your face today, enjoy:

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. i might try early in the morning. or it could be real late at night. tomorrow is one of the greatest sports clusterfucks i can ever remember. between the NFL Draft, New York Rangers game 2, Manchester United playing at the same time, Yankees up in Boston, a little thing called the Kentucky Derby, a Game 7 in the NBA playoffs and then the biggest boxing match in the last decade or more. you can see why i might be a little pressed for time.

i hope everyone enjoys the weekend. if you are betting on the horses, i like Dortmund to win the Kentucky Derby. if i am wrong, please forget it. if i get it right, i will remind everyone.

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:
Able Danger - Chaos (EP)
Leon Bridges - River
Shelby Lynne - Then & Now (EP)
Coves - Spectrum (EP)
Arcade Fire - Wake Up

"I wouldn't say that I'm particularly bothered or obsessed with detail." - Wes Anderson

and your pro wrestling video of the day: