The warmth of the sun woke up the young woman. She'd slept a whole day out in the green house. Draped with the gases. On the dirt but with the euphoria of the plant. She gathered the shells and put them in a mound next to her mother's. She went and took a long, hot shower. Almost scolding water running off the tip of her nose while singing along to rock music. There were new smells in the bathroom. She opened up products she hadn't touched in months. Took time combing her hair and realizing it wasn't so bad. When she got dressed she slipped into her favorite, most comfortable summer shorts and shirt. She looked good in those. Something told her to get something to eat and take a walk so that's what she was going to do. It was finally beginning to warm up in her city and the drive to the market was close. It was a Saturday so people would be out. That's why she grabbed a book before going. It's so she can have a social excuse to sit out and watch everybody. The street performers, people on phone calls, the dramatics of it all. Busy places have that element to them. When she got there she visited a coffee shop she knew well. She briefly dated one of the managers. Things between them ended seamlessly over a period of time. There wasn't anything that kept them together once communication became less frequent. About fifteen minutes into drinking an iced matcha tea, she noticed that there was a professional photoshoot going on. They all seemed to be confused at first, all looking at their phones. While waiting, one of the photographers came over and asked if he could take a picture of her. She asked what it was for and he said it was for a big magazine. That he was just looking to kill time. She agreed. He took three or four pictures, then she stood up with her bag to signal that the photoshoot was over. He snapped one more. As she walked away, she heard a phone call come in explaining that the photoshoot go on as scheduled. That someone called "Valeria" wouldn't be attending. Someone shouted her name, she turned around to see the manager waving her goodbye. She waved back and couldn't help but smile and feel electric about it all. The camera man was a bit overwhelming but it felt good to reject the attention. Not to mention walking away from the past lover. Pictures from a professional photographer. A magic loomed within her belly...[TO BE CONTINUED].
I bet this card sucks ass. I bet we hate it. Most of the plans the UFC have carried out in the 2023 year seem to have fallen flat. The upsets were great, but it hasn’t been good enough. Other fight organizations are creeping up, so, this card better perform. Taking my talents to ONE Championship or PFL with Francis. With Francis.
I’m trying to make it rain. That’s all. Put on your party panties. I’m not your friend.
“We have chips to pick up.”
First fight, good fight, bet it small because I like getting warmed up. No gas Buzujka I hear is a beast. Debut might’ve been a fluke. 3 rounds I don’t like betting against explosive guys like that. Jamall by TKO first round $50. By decision worth it as well. I just don’t like Buzukja, despite the hype.
Josh Van vs. Kevin Borjas. I’m fading myself from what I said last week. Because, this week, we don’t bet against a South American. Because, this week, well, it’s a certain type of South American you don’t bet against. They want to hurt, they put that pressure on, they have their eyes wide open. You can see how much pain they’ve been through before your lights go out. Kev is going to put on a show for his UFC debut. I like mean guys that like to impose themselves like that quickly. +200 rat king shit.
Kang Kong. All my Korean brothers and sisters stand up. Whole gang here. I think Castaneda isn’t ready for the analytical game of Kang. The +116 feels nice. Kang by submission? Life, it’s full of twists and turns, the East and West. The wind blows here then there. The ball rolling in a court.
I just don’t like Jared Gordon. Could be a snooze. +160 something for the Dane is fun.
Tie Rebecki into your shit somehow…
Ricci is a great fighter and might be able to overcome Loopy’s special strength. +146 butter down to the socks.
Steve Erceg is similar to my good friend mentioned above, Borjas. From the southern hemisphere (opposite ends, depending how you view it, you Neoliberal) with a blood line full of anti social, violent, degenerates. I’d do -300 if it was out there.
Go, Diego, go! Brazilian junk yard dog. This man inspires me every day. +100 by his name is taken personally.
Benoit Saint-Denis is too nice with it. Frevola won’t be able to take the tenacity. He really fights like he’s been lodged away in a cabin in the Alps and they pony him around for these fights just to kill. If you have the money, do it.
Jessica Andrade is gonna beat up the model.
Main card blues tonight. I just know it.
Pavlovich was made in a lab. These are just two hippos fighting, I don’t know who would win between two equally skilled hippos fighting at the same weight. It ends quick, that’s it. Although I bet the over 1.5 rounds. Aspinall just might not be as tough as Pavlovich.
Betting against Poatan feels wrong, but Jiri is a bad dude. That keeping your hands down shit doesn’t work that well here. I never bet Poatan right besides when he fought D’Sean. +104 feels ok, not great.
NFL Week 10
Crumbs:
To cover. New England gets up for doorbell camera Bill. Minnesota with the early Dobbs magic. Tennessee, could be very wrong. Pittsburgh might actually pile it on this time. Arizona goes crazy with Kyler before they stink next week. Cowboys -17.5 is ok in this instance. New York Jets cover. Let me down last week, won’t do it twice, right? Fuck it, take Denver to cover.
Bread:
San Francisco at Jacksonville
Could be a trash game because neither of these offenses feel like they can take off. Jacksonville defense is the key. As long as they don’t start letting the offense get rhythm, Jacksonville will be fine. JAX ML.
Cleveland at Baltimore
Vegas says a touchdown and extra point but it won’t be. Baltimore has an elite defense that will force turnovers. Watson’s Story: A Disney Film. Pixar walks us through how Deshaun Watson became a bad quarterback. The highs, the lows. The people, the faces. BAL spread.
Houston at Cincinnati
CJ stroud keeps it going and upsets Joey Burkin Bags without Texas Tee. HOU spread.
Detroit at Los Angeles C.
I just like giving any MCDC team a section. I hope that defense comes up big in Los Angeles. Bites some knee caps. Chokehold on -13.5 Detroit. DET cover.
Washington at Seattle
I like the Washington upset here. Sam Howell isn’t bad. Could be better than Geno, or I’m just dumb. WAS cover.
Prelims:
Marc Diakese learned how to wrestle seemingly over night. Coming off that robbery, I think he edges out a win against Kaue Fernandes. Good regional fighter, I just think Marc is a tough first test. Decision victory. Throw $200 on Marc. Wouldn't be surprised if it's 29-28 with Fernandes stealing a late round.
Angela Hill by KO due to old woman strength. I just don't think the 23 year old will have the experience to deal with getting stunned. Close fight and if it goes into the 3rd I can see a submission by Denise Gomes. Throw $100 on Angela by KO.
Vitor Petrino fights like you stole his grandma's EBT card. Bukauskaus, on the other hand, has shown that he is a true light heavy weight, that he can claw his way back into this organization, and that he is a tough bastard. This fight is probably the one that bites me in the ass. $350 on Vitor Petrino money line. I predict Petrino by KO in the 1st. Don't be surprised if Bukauskas eats his punches and pulls out a decision. I just love how Petrino tracks all his opponents down as if they've come back with a light bag one to many times.
Always bet against a Daniel. Especially if they're South American and throw naked leg kicks. I actually like the UFC debutante in this one. He comes out fast and has a strong ground game which Marcos won't like. $100 on Victor Hugo money line. Hugo by submission in the 2nd.
Elves Brenner is a lunatic and he's won me a lot of money because of it. -162 favorite as of 10/31/2023 15:57 CDT and it helps a lot that he is fighting another bum from South America. Elvis can do whatever he wants with Ribovics. Go clock into your call center job and start draining those elderly bank accounts. Secure the funds on the baby boy Brenner. I'm talking millions. Brenner finishes him in the 1st. DISCLAIMER: There is rumors this fight gets cancelled. Hopefully not because I like seeing Brenner Berserk.
Main Card:
If you have the money, throw down your life saving's on Ismael Bonfim. Odds are probably not worth it, however. 1st round submission might be -105 or something unexciting like that.
Petrosyan is tough. Beats tough guys. He beat Robocop ( albeit early in Robo's career), Dobson, and, most recently, Duncan with the crazy kicks. Mike Tyson said it in another context but, "I like tough guys." Tough guys win. Armen is only a -120 favorite but that will change. I love the stock. $250 burning a hole in my pocket on Armen money line. Petrosyan by TKO from ground and pound in the 2nd.
Speaking of tough guys, the last guy to beat the aforementioned Armenian tough guy, is none other than Caio Borralho who happens to fight immediately after Armen. -280 as of 10/31/2023 16:07 CDT, that's probably as low as you're gonna get him. Worth the $280 money line buy in. Borralho by submission in the 1st.
Upset alert. I think Dalby is a hardo who can give Bonfim some issues. Perhaps I just want to waste $75. The more likely scenario is Bonfim by first round submission.
+350 on the Black Beast means I get to dumping. Watch your $150 bet grow your empire. Derrick with a gas tank? I think he stops Almeida in the 2nd round by TKO from ground and pound. Just stand up, Jiu Jitsu is fake. Almeida will try to drape Derrick to the cage, which does scare me, however, I think Almeida doesn't know what it means to be hit by a heavy weight, much less DL. If Almeida is able to impose his gameplan on Derrick, that throws a huge wrench into the heavy weight division (like it needed it).
NFL Week 9
I debated wanting to write about team sports again because live gambling is truly where it's at with those. That being said, I can still give my thoughts and opinions WHILE also kicking my toes around in the pool of sportsbooks. Also, I'm not going to talk about certain games too much. Forget the crumbs, eat the bread.
Mike Tomlin in primetime at home after a bad loss with a beat up Kenny Pickett. You know the drill.
Crumbs. Cleveland moneyline. That's it. -370 is dumb but whatever. If Stafford plays, Los Angeles spread. Houston spread, I like the OC. Washington spread. Sam Howell doesn't care about his well being but it plays for him and Bienemy. Not betting that Saints vs. Bears game. Falcons spread. Trust fund baby Arthur Smith will have that defense on fire even with injuries. Colts money line if you like to play every game. I'm probably not betting it. Las Vegas spread is a solid play, actually.
Kansas City at Miami:
The only reason this game gets any of my attention is because Kansas City looked like shit last week. Odds are the Chiefs blow them out and cover because the Dolphins are actually frauds and injured, but you never know. Matt Nagy is bad at his job. I think he's also bad with people. And bad with life. If the Chiefs come out running the ball, hammer Chiefs -9.5 alternate spread by half time. That's the key to their offense. El 'Checo can do it. I want to see the Fins do well, I do. MCMANIEL. They are just injured and don't have a good defense, as stated above.
Seattle at Baltimore:
I think Baltimore is real but Seattle just wins. I'm going to wait and see if Baltimore ever gets to positive odds on money line live and then I'll get in to play. Seattle is starting to get more of their weapons involved. I wonder if there won't be hiccups from the Baltimore run game. The Gus Bus is known to get a flat tire once in a while. I want Baltimore to win because Lamar is fun to watch, I just keep getting this feeling Seattle is just a town full of crazies indoctrinated by Canadian communism and Pete Carrolisms. Do with that what you like.
Dallas at Philadelphia:
This is actually a crumbs type game because the Cowboys are also frauds. Prescott will get rattled around then the turnovers will come. Philadelphia don't seem to have any quit in them. Dumping on Eagles spread.
Buffalo at Cincinnati:
Josh Allen is ultimately not who I thought he was. Nonetheless, that doesn't mean I have to dislike him. He's becoming white Jameis Winston. It will actually be a lot of fun to bet Cincinnati money line against him because I know he is going to make it interesting and I play for the fun of it. Call 1-800-GAMBLER.
Los Angeles C. at New York J.:
I'm not betting this game because I have no idea what will happen between these two teams in primetime. Both will want to self implode due to second nature. Ugly football sometimes is beautiful football. I do feel like painting my face green while gutturally yelling "J-E-T-S JETS!" Bolts might be even more cursed then the men in green.
Does it inspire you more than anything?
Gets you out of bed with some fire in the belly
You run your legs hard and fast going to the next worst opportunity
Speed flighting past that amazing, aesthetic dawn which your apathy built
You’re so revolutionary to nobody
But the weak and easily impressionable
Reply with the same tired excuse
Because it’s easy to shit down your leg whenever you’re not good enough
Blame it on something people will rally behind
You’re actually a victim, congrats
That same cure which keeps you boring, unless you have a punching bag to assert your temporary dominance
You’re a pawn in the world of black and white
Sure, take your moves, but where’s your power?
Can you have even the ugliest, rattiest guy dead yet?
Can you even pay off your debts from a illustrious past?
Nothing. A bag of empty aspirations who I laugh at every day
You’re small and you know it. That’s why you’ll kill yourself once the world realizes how talentless you are
You’ll stop being a beacon of light as soon as your skin wrinkles and your thoughts can’t progress from the usual banality
Or when you can’t attract anything but bad karma
A piece of junk even to those closest to you
They’ll quietly be relieved when you’re gone so just…kill yourself now
The universe spits at you while you take compensation prizes amounting to nothing
A splinter in the foot is the most you’ll be to anybody worth their stones
Cheap souls with no risks
Consider the jealousy
Welcoming the taste of a fate without remorse
Like something stupid would
Hold on, a three letter, government agent is calling me telling me that I’m getting too populist
Because I know I’ve rubbed you the right way for it to make me something real in the electrons from here to Singapore. Alice alive. That’s why I’m here to tell you that everything that has happened, was held together by the grace of God and his flawed, evil hands. He could’ve made me into a rubber duck bouncing around your newborn’s bath, yet, he decided to cast me into what you know me as.
“Business as usual, usually, I wouldn’t smile, ‘less it cost a couple thousand and millions.”
And I’m not here to heal wounds or seem like I have answers, it’s more like a colorway. A choice of tone I can’t feel anymore and struggle to believe I ever felt. I’m insecure, a moron fighting the biggest guy at the bar proving to someone in his head that I can get punched harder than you and still smile back. To soothe things and smooth things, with the same perverted grimace but a smile for you, nonetheless, my darling. I love you, you stupid, sexy slut who I ruled over and you ruled over me. I know that I’m getting so ugly. I’ve eaten so well the last two years, it now matches me on the outside. It’s all good, I’m doing more than fine, I was just playing, it’s a prank. Don’t call the hotline or whatever. I’m just sick of being so abusivo and controlling and lame when I don’t have to be - because I’m perfectly fine without life, light, love or laughter. You met me at the wrong time and your soul was cursed possibly more than mine, but, damn, we met at the wrong time, my favorite pet. You’ll only have to fight me a little to get me to run these hands through your hair again.
“I put the team on gold, I hope they can’t do better, she wants a queen, let’s go.”
I haven’t wanted to put this here because I do think I’m better than you. Perhaps I know it and, so, let’s be enraged about it. Submit a bunch of work somewhere or go clock in. Fuck one of my bitches harder and believe her when she says you’re number 1. She hasn’t placed here in years and I think her brain is hanging out more than mine, not that I had anything to do with that. Send me something that reminds me that there are Gods above me. Steal that one idea. Do whatever you need to do, it isn’t up to you anymore. I guess I’ve never been able to run numbers quietly so everyone thinks they have adult swim around me. In sports they call it having an embarrassment of riches. Still, in the meantime, I pick my nose and continue to be ignored. I remain talking too long with someone from another area code. I’m cumming and cumming and cumming while punching ten weight classes above me. I talk a whole lot of shit, huh? Go check under my mattress. It’s laughing at all of you. There’s echoes if you listen closely. Guess you also have something to laugh at too, but my stomach is hurting and that’s different than empty. Call my boss and tell them that I murder people and I would shit in his mouth if he opened it just one too many times. You’ll have another one to tie to the band of bums.
“A tres Barbies ya me junté. Y la noche empieza con Moët. Y de la backpack yo ya me forjé pa’ volar otra vez.”
I talked about how I wanted her and I would have her. Now I want to bite down on a belt while I peel off into a field close to death. Alone. Please, take a sample of my liver and give it counseling for all this plastic swinging by. Laughing about it since I was young, you jotted down notes. Let me be overdramatic about it while you tune out. I’m gone and perhaps I’ve dragged you with me. Misery loves company and I’m just now getting famous in Eastern Europe. Buzz buzz buzz know I’m grotesque buzz piss piss buzz know that I’m driving fast in my car with no seat belt sting sting sting backwash know that I’m leaving the city digging holes into my skin. There’s no state records invoking me or any sort of help. A perfectly adequate citizen who walks among us. Someone put me on a no fly list like I need it. How long have I been leeching off everything around me is probably what you want to know. It’s all putrid, please, please. Now I’ve had my fill and I’m unamused by it all, even if you’re hot and dancing on my lap.
“I love, love, love flesh and blood. Blood. Money so boring, money so weak. I stay snoring, truth industry.”
I’m making do with what I have. Not proud but I’m just the best. I hold a lighter for myself every night as I wish metaphysical tsunamis drag the bed away. I’m blessed to be in vogue with something beyond just power and sex. And I thought I lived off low hanging fruit. Perhaps I’ve upgraded to being a cockroach who buys diamonds when he’s under pressure. I dare people to rip one of my passions away. Do it you fucking pussy, but you won’t, because you know it’s like Medusa. Don’t mind that, ignore it, just fraud talk.
“It’s gon’ be a disaster, he ain’t no stepper, that boy into fashion. Stop all that capping, aim for his māthā, cabbage, he in a casket.”
Things were always predictable and continue to be. I was right about you, I was right about me, I was right and continue to be. Can I come out the other end with ten tails pinned on me and still have this stupid smile? Somebody is tapping me on a shoulder telling me yes, so I guess we are running with that. I was complimented for it the other night. They said it was perfect and that my curly hair was the cherry on top. Just let me know if you want smoke, because I can send it. I’ll hold the blick just as long as I’ll hold these urges to taste. The stakes will never be the same when playing in this backyard.
“We’re playing shoegaze and kissing in the car. Using your lips to trace my scars. It’s a fact. I’m a real freak baby, I don’t give a fuck if they call me crazy. When I was little it was violence on the daily.”