In ten years, 200 thousand people will be dead.
A human with perfect health can live 126.621 years, on average.
If everyone meditates for 30 minutes every day and writes a 300 word essay about ourselves, then The Good Life will be attainable for every human in 50 years.
Ice cream will be made of coconut, cream, ice, and sometimes avocado.
I will date Soloushuk 12 times for 3 months.
We will get jobs in big buildings, reading, writing, talking, listening, pushing buttons, and drawing plans.
We wil live together.
We will grow our own vegetables.
We will shop together.
We will travel, bathe, sleep, cook, and eat together.
Soloushuk will teach her niece to put on a shirt, take it off, and put it in drawer, one evening.
I will organize 10 bottles in a row on a shelf above my head.
Our 3 never-married uncles will build a 45 foot triangular wooden tower in the front yard.
4 birds will make nests and eggs.
3 people who we do not know will eat 6 slices of bread.
Music is difficult to make and to listen to.
John God published a book last Newmember about Locating a Final Possible Center without a Center.
The Crutches were 100 feet tall in the grey urban Chicago park on a cloudy day in February, with no snow on anything, and a 15-year-old male with dandruff in his dark hair was sitting on a bench outside a tall building.
I do not care if anything is the same as it was or comepleletey difrent.
Soloushuk had brown gold on her head. She had 4 parallel limbs and on a bed, 45 soft and wise and 1 cleaning solution that only takes 16 minutes and 4 seconds.
Yesa. 3 hundred words?
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
This is my diary. It's 21:31 on my tablet clock.
It's March 13th, 2017.
I am in my bedroom at 139 Michele Drive, Bastrop County, Texas, USA.
I am facing west.
I drank some wine this evening. There is a little left in my glass. I think I will finish it in a few minutes.
I am listening to the song, Song for Zula by Phosphorescent.
I think it is pretty good. It's nice. I've been listening to my Spotify library for a few minutes.
I am interested in being accurate about my life, but I don't want to put in too much effort. I just want my impression of reality to get through to my reader.
Last night I watched episode 4 of Big Little Lies on HBO with my mother. I liked it I am going to watch the first 3 episodes tomorrow. My mom recorded them on her Direct TV service.
Porn is a big problem for me again.
It is like junk food.
I feel like I want it really bad. I give it to myself. I want to be different. I want to stop thinking about consuming very bad things.
I want to be good.
I wonder what is so appealing to me about these horrible foods and horrible sexual acts.
I think these are not even Food or Sex.
They are bad replacements.
I want this to make sense more than I have ever wanted anything.
Work is difficult. I want the pleasure of good things without the work.
Why do I want to avoid the work? The work is good. A blessing, as Blackaliscious said.
Difficulty is good. Rilke.
I want the good.
I want to read Plato, Dostoevsky, and Lewis Carrol.
I want to read Philip McShane.
I want to learn all I can about Algebra and Statistics.
I want to pass my classes.
I want to sign up for two more classes in the summer session at ACC.
So.
I was conceived just about 28 years ago.
Aaron is fun. I like being his friendly person.
I like that we say many things to each other.
I wanted to go to Main Street Cafe and tell Andee that Aaron has told me a lot about her and that's all.
I still like Andee a lot.
Tomorrow I will be at home.
I will do good.
Maybe not.
I am going to brush my teeth in a minute, then I will go to bed.
Bye.
- Greg Wredberg
It's March 13th, 2017.
I am in my bedroom at 139 Michele Drive, Bastrop County, Texas, USA.
I am facing west.
I drank some wine this evening. There is a little left in my glass. I think I will finish it in a few minutes.
I am listening to the song, Song for Zula by Phosphorescent.
I think it is pretty good. It's nice. I've been listening to my Spotify library for a few minutes.
I am interested in being accurate about my life, but I don't want to put in too much effort. I just want my impression of reality to get through to my reader.
Last night I watched episode 4 of Big Little Lies on HBO with my mother. I liked it I am going to watch the first 3 episodes tomorrow. My mom recorded them on her Direct TV service.
Porn is a big problem for me again.
It is like junk food.
I feel like I want it really bad. I give it to myself. I want to be different. I want to stop thinking about consuming very bad things.
I want to be good.
I wonder what is so appealing to me about these horrible foods and horrible sexual acts.
I think these are not even Food or Sex.
They are bad replacements.
I want this to make sense more than I have ever wanted anything.
Work is difficult. I want the pleasure of good things without the work.
Why do I want to avoid the work? The work is good. A blessing, as Blackaliscious said.
Difficulty is good. Rilke.
I want the good.
I want to read Plato, Dostoevsky, and Lewis Carrol.
I want to read Philip McShane.
I want to learn all I can about Algebra and Statistics.
I want to pass my classes.
I want to sign up for two more classes in the summer session at ACC.
So.
I was conceived just about 28 years ago.
Aaron is fun. I like being his friendly person.
I like that we say many things to each other.
I wanted to go to Main Street Cafe and tell Andee that Aaron has told me a lot about her and that's all.
I still like Andee a lot.
Tomorrow I will be at home.
I will do good.
Maybe not.
I am going to brush my teeth in a minute, then I will go to bed.
Bye.
- Greg Wredberg