Mom and I saw St. Vincent at Tinseltown just an hour ago. A couple parts I wanted to cry.  It is heartwarming. Naomi Watts is hot. I want to never cough again. Bill Murray is the best. Pat and Bridget are cooking and watching game of thrones. I am on my bed. I keep thinking about saying I am going to kill myself tomorrow. During the movie i thought that nothing could make Mom sadder than if I did. Maybe if she killed me on purpose then regretted it. We ate Pope yes Drive through and watched mst. I pretend I am in the past when I pretended I was in the future.

I just woke up
I don't feel like drinking coffee
I want to know what is up
I need to focus on the family

I saw a burning bridge
I must have been on my way home
I found myself without words
I stayed inside too long


Hair tickling the back of my ear
Tiny spiky bug crawling around my sinus nerve

This Is a Story about Kaynard

Kaynard floated down then street, not literally, she just walked but her connected

brain was floating in her cranium, woah oah!

Silking shop we light up for festivitie, looking with watershed eyes in also Kaynard's

head. Her head is heated water ballow hot air in the heavy sky, to read like a

magazine. In the waiting pregnant but she is fat and sits like a horse at a mouth

trough. I felt sorry. The music, green faces in the pale area over opaque and vague

grey. A dream, Kaynard lovely snacks on cupcakes, in the evening, she is a love to a

dog, a man heart. She cries for plants and God. It's not heart, but it's hard. Cold feet

Kaynard all over her day in socks and drawers. It is spelled like a book, a dictionary

and a street she is walking on gravel horses manure slick squishy and fart disgusting.

Her nose crinkles and gags. Smelly are all the way to the OZONE, and she lifts head

up at the night yawn sound sneeze eyes water in her titter head. Mousy feature hurt

the day in a day, the mouse sweep in the shallow gutter alley of all wishes for moons,

never lasts in a dark room, and she is underwear for a minute; no one touches her

under my jurisdiction. I set the rules and, in a lucid dream she pale quivers with sex,

the idea of an arrow from medieval in America lonely sad blowing sound from near

trees long demolished in winters of dissatisfaction of Indians horny hungry. Cold,

can't get warm, shudders, rushes, verbs are great.

          Kaynard Oh sweet baby.

A lady in the night reduces me, rejects and betrays. Laughs with a mouthful of soft

candy, sugar lives in her teeth, my tongue, in my dreams. She, on her feet in the

hearty cobble stones. A shopkeeper looks; her eyes are my eyes, I wish; she looks and

the skin on her face. Tight pin. Blurry past up on the erasing good times from the
wood block.

Tales of a wooden place fantasy on the wall in front of a face beyond it behind your

eyes, it does not feel like a hemorrhoid on your sack pus podules in latency after

effects soaking up egos and existentialism on the page fro fried chicken grease on my

brothers sideway herring chicken coat rack for dead lovers. Hunting water fowl is a

nasty sport. It can't get much worse

I hope.
For her
I do it

I lick it I'm happy and let's get back. I don't want to disappoint the reader of my short

story with cute button down eyes in blurry diarrhea; it hurts, but it does not get over,

I worried
for her
I do it again. I'll try again. Kaynard steps, her giant feel crushing dirt molecules under

the weight of whatever may want to trouble you. The truck rushes past the future

holds its silent breath, then squeaking I hold its hand. She is tired and I am imperfect.

I want to, but I also what whats for me.
For me.

Gas station, I am in a different citys are where people are. They are and are doing

things to keep themselves and their grandchildren alive. I bet you didn't think

Kaynard had grandchildren. It's important. She also buys bacon and bakes bread for

her family. I was once a party. Hotels have fallen out of the snow globe I held, holding

by a childis hand. It's soft and warm and small I wish.

She never really gets out but walks in, slows down and seeps apparent to the life and

she says in a raspy golden voice, 'How much are these,' while holding up a random

keepsake at a wonderful store. The male shopkeeper is content after a grey day of

customers of all nationalities.

[In France where people have souls, great movies, and popcorn strings of healthy

attitudes and relationship communication coffee.]

He thinks about what he will drink upstairs next to a fire with his perfect wife. Then

to sleep in the night. Now it's slow and peaceful.

She puts it in her pocket. The man felt the bird in his throat. She was not even

noticing. She smiled at the situation, eyes perusing on shiny light reflecting small and

light in the night that she wishes her only once child could be. All of the time passed,

and she is in her gut and on her way bright new day, sunrise of defeat and eagle toes

scraping the green rainbow. Then he in his throat brings up aooeadh softly. She is

aware she oh ha. Smally cutely he smiles, no harm in deeds, and she opens mouth

like juice stick and inside brown interior walls 750$ 10 lira. He says, 'Oh I don't want

to buy,' her last words trailing off into a land of dreams and instant satisfaction and

gratitude; he smiles.

Death comes quickly night cold. Little souvenirs, past is cherished but forgotten and

replaced with misleading cherishered ideas and phonographs and young neighbors.

The past and future fall out the window screens.

She screams hello to say goodby. She sees him hurl his body into the sky; he flies and

flies 'til he is out of sight. She wonders but does not ask, Kaynard, where are you on

this fateful night like any other not lonely speaking [Diana Ross] of another day when

cherished dreams are awakened to seal morning flowers and motor oil and

pedestrians to passerbys of holiday secret emotions? Not too many verbs. That's how

I see it, then that sought out of now where on the door screen seen the glass happy

plays walks out. It's a city with all those people singing about who knows what, but

they know and they don't need no explainin', because their future is truth in their

ideals they share. They bark their dogs, and when it's finished, they start over again,

because they have to; they don't want to cry, but the flag pole shimmers in the

evening dust to whoever for art out there. There they hear their name an' all they

need are ear bells and a kindly sleigh keep them going on merrily in the mountain

drifts of sweet passion for living like a duckling teeter tottering in a moment of

ecstasy piss in a park sometime with Susan on the water she says and the waves mass

sepulchration denies the end over again because that's the way it happend and I want

nothing less than the truth from you,  my dear boy.

That's how it happed, and if you don't believe me, don't read the book,
but if you don't, you won't now.

Let's stop being negative. How was your day yesterday? I saw you. You were far away.

I heard a cab. I am mostly awake during the Day!!! It's the END. its all right

I Canada-magine Why - old phone memos (two or more lines empty means new memo)

If I got plastic surgery I would get my penis removed, replace my nipples ... and put a nipple on each testicle over the scrotum of course, and a nose job and a joker smile.


We feel the same as
origami nightflights
submissive prowlers
eggshell faces
moonlife spectacles.
Reality is a piece of cheese.
Reality is
a piece of cheese.
Reality.
Piece of cheese.
The meat
behind the bone.
The meat behind the bone.
Broken skin
shattered shell
a Red apple fell
a Bottomless Well


I hold up a book, "With this bow and arrow I shall stop time forever." The end.
falling thru a Cadillac of confession.
License plates spell the name of 1234567.
Roadways of tired bones lay restfully on hot tar saltflats
Spinning thru a dustwind town, severed music in graveyard tincan telephones.
Sticky seats bloated dreams, alabaster porcelain hogwash, baby beater
sacrilegious Homo sapiens out today, making way for new decay.
apple laws positive axle base reinforcement
divided sun cooks us evenly.


Safely end the summer with a box of funny chocolates. Summer is the simplest season. It's just 'go, go, go, and sleep when the breeze comes.'


I think i need a new heart cover by me with voice a combo of billie holiday and yoda, slow crappy jazz horns light percussion. Pizza nachturn


Summertime sun moonburn. I steal your sunburn. Everytime i see you, what do yu du? I go to bed. - It's difficult to sleep with a red back and sore front. All of my illustrated love is washed away when the storm comes. I know you're a racist badger with the heart of a severed lion. My expedition failed, but my right arm just got hired... Doo dooo doo rah rah ha hey hoo ha.


How clean it is I'm not dan akroyd. How to go on the field trip daddy. How far down? This is all we are. We are so alone. Splenda Brenda takes the sugar away.... Spell slug. I'm going to snowboard around the world in 360 days



It's my youngest birthday since ever before
I spilled some Wichita onto the floor
I Kansas it around with my pinky toe
Let's see what we love when we let our love show

Sunny day burns the biggest hole in the fox
A week full of Anchorage sleeps inside of a box
If there's time then Alaska, but the study shows none
A bat in a cage flies the winning homerun

A suitcase full of dreams and a pocket full of dough
It sounds like money, I meant it literally though
A wave breaks thru electric Ottawa's eye
.... I Canada-magine why ....



Apex listen ghost afterward lifelike pleasant feather notes passing iffy lasting

If you were in this, I'd say rip open our Saturday.
Instead of headstones and cemeteries, let's say tombstones and graveyards.
No matter what we cannot hide the truth.
We all die soon.

Itis the begining of christmas even of my 26th year.  I am shivering half becuz i am cold, and half beccause i am too excitedcc to sleep. i am in the business center at the arts at turlte creek where i live.. i canot type wright because iam excitedc. i ghuess i am excitecd by my christmas gifrts, or one inpartics. Tim 's . I decided to write little comic books for everyone, exceptpat so\ince i got him an engrish shirt- grandpa fucming spacedhutttle. I felt bad for gettinig no one else anything, so just today, the 23rd i decidedd to make the comis\cs.I started mom's as i got my salmon dinner ready, I drank a glass of bailety's substitute. I feel pretty weird doing this, espaciaally with all the bad typos.

I am also thingking og the things I need to do tomorrow. Like go to wheatsville for fruit salad stuff, becuae i want to make it myself, being doing my best effort feel great and i am sure others will appreciate becaouse i really care about all the others, and theyre lives will be better if they feel that I am doing well, doing my best for others and myself.

I made kit and lorena a combined comic. I am going to make pat a little k\joke one (theyre all jokes really, but sincere heartfelt jokes ) it is going to say technical difficulties, and that he has to wait. I am sure I ordered his shirt too late. My White elephant gift is not come yet. I hope i can get it tomorrow. When I ordered it said it was the last day to get deliveries forchristmas... So whatever, I have no problem, giving people things after christmas, I dont know what to do for aaron... write him/ draw him something i guess.. that seems to be my best idea.

I made a rough a rough draft of tim's comic. the title is based on the book he got, the girl who circumnavigated fairyland  ... hmm fairyland is a recognised word.. I am really proud of my ideas for his little story, I feeel he will love it, it featues chelsea too and sophie, so how could they not love it.
I want to show him the rought draft too.

I wish I ware better at drawing... or that I had more time. i will have to get up early like 8 am to do all the stuff. I want to go to mom's before we leave for jans. So that after jans we can just go back to her house... and I can help her take stuff and get ready before jans. I feel so motivated again to be awesome, like john effing green and dumb shit like stuff yeah, lorde, bombs...

Me again. Ego Wry. That may be my new blog,, my alter name ego. like Gr-EGO-(w)RY plus WR(edberg) you know, it's so dumb.. I lovey ou...

I am or was slightly obsessed with Mycherrycrush pornlady and asmr sort of... I jacked off to her a couple times, last night and this morning... I like her face and i watch a little of her yutube videos, she seems allright. I feel like never jacking off again tho.

I have to get this out: One of my last days at Southeast library couple week ago, there was a hippie couple, younger than me by maybe five years. They were all bubbly like Peter Beck all bohemian and fill with wonder and ecstatic joy and weird shamelessness. The guy was tall skinny long blonde hair. She was something. His jeans or pants kept slipping down and I saw his buttcrack and was displeased, mostly because there were kids arounds but i got over it, he pulled them up once in a bit. Then they were w\checking out books, and after talking to him a bit about picking wild muc\shrooms and making candy with them... waiting for Luis to check out the books, I saw that his pants were sagging and his bushy pubic hair was showing to us. it was a couple inches of the stuff. must have been less than that distance to his junk/genitals... I was so embarrassed, but i tried not to show it, but i must have looked shocked because i was.  but no one said anyhting, i looked away, trying not to be too obvious. ... Wow this is a lot


It is god damn christmas, it's been alomost 30 minuters, I am going back to bed, now. Good God dam Bye, Y'all beautiful gods.

I saw a thousand birds
I saw a cuckoo clock rainbow

I met a young novel
He was an ecstasy Roman


If we were to care

Thank you for your pragmatism.

Big Star Society

I didn't feel.

Popcorn Rosebeetle

Darby Rosebud

I guess he is your life partner.
How gay are you two?
How is the S.E. double hockey sex?


It feels good to be alone. I am totally alone.


My plan is to make you feel as stupid as I can.
My plan is to make you feel as stupid as you can.
My plan is to make you feel as stupid as you are.


HANNA.................... disney faggots

young Natalie Portman


One of my biggest regrets in life is going to see Your Highness.

Also not being closer to my father before he died.


Yes, we are going to church.

Yes, she is naked.

The US supreme court tried her for falsifying documents, 150 years ago in Peru.
She blamed her lovechild on her five year old daughter. She claimed it on her taxes as a miracle.
By lying in her diary, it's true.

You know what we could be sad about...
You are what we could be sad about...

He turned on the wet vacuum just in time.
The karate studio was blazing hot.
Outside mothers formed a winding line.
The kids were creeping in the coffee pot.

Children's Stories

boldly unsure

sustained urgency

Mario Quantifiably

well you're kinda hard to see



You blow my mind so far out of whack

I have to live faster than my mind to get myself back


What might happen if I do not live well...

What happens when a train come...


I want to make bets with people at Thanksgiving on how many more Thanksgivings we will live to see. We will all die. Most of us are pretty unhealthy, I more than most.


Donut Gone


A Call a God

Be that you want

Steve Lemonbeard

Purple Wineshed

Wire Plenty


That water that just makes you what


[:  Go  being  better  than  I was  not.



This life reminds me of Mrs. Doubtfire or Jumanji or something I do not know.

I Don't Know Why I Don't Know What to Do

9:30 car alarm.
Just die and be saved.

I just want to be a computer with you.
Bliss is the perfect desktop background.

Despite your practically constant egregious failures, you still have angry dogs running over grass, strong wooden fence posts, tall skinny palm trees, and the asphalt street.

My hands are sad.

Dear Dad, you"re dead.

I've made peace with your lies.

Let's try to make up a life that serves the ones we leave behind.

Afterflow.

Nobody teams go the to your urethra you free dear.

Human lollipop. Notch your availing Hubble team just figures three fourths silver gleam 22 afterglow 4 quarters and seven teeters kilter jubilation nova scheme blue white 43 seconds to print the development of after Asian frog vestigial organs laughing afloat on an immaculate reflective alabaster table top. Scent in time rememory decider record a choice good solid derive truth safe.

11/9/14

Brighter's Lock

I have bloody heard of it.

Hope misunderstands me.

I kill sure wish hope will hope for tits on my head.

Off the tip of my tip of my head tip tip of my healthy tongue tonguing.

I slobber devil beards off my tippy taste and I feel hope in her goblet top.


It is kewt kissing her tippy top head loaf, burning yeast fire free of lice.


I kan't kiss her tulip pissing lovely tips of lickers and possum tips, no money, shrugs.

Shovels in my beard hole. Raping my constitutionally protected bare teeth with earth.


Serious, multi-phase editing process.

I just can't get life in prison without trying too hard.


Ugh ! What a relief, what a fuggun releef.


Green and oozing and fun and losing.


I think I came out of my mother.
I don't want to come,
I just want to be a good brother
to every person conceived.

SHOT,ham, second seconds

your body is a tofu magnet

your dream is a blurred out fruitcake


softer cheese files in your accordion

hock your honey batter in your squishy jumpsuit


you jump into a sumo bidding war

lightning cola blinds your mother's memory


rabid fires ravish moonlit Snickers in your outhouse

soulful green goes plopping on a winding trail to your
pond of treats


I say the same thing. You fit a bucket of sherry in your

sack of pouch then listen to frog rhythms in your
cage of horror


Blue Glen, she sits and stares at oxygen filters typing

time sentences onto yellow brains, gross pain and forest
of your foreign forgetfulness

That's This

Real gorgeous fictitious

Land's Cape

Sea's Hell

Pa's Sport

Friend's Hip

Sand's Tone

Super's Tar

Tail's Pin

Pin's Tripe

One's Elf

Air's Pace

Moon's Truck

Snake's Kin

Joy's Tick

Sharp's Hooter

Snow's Hovel

Rain's Pout

Bugs Pray

Horse's Hoe

I have to give Pirate Nanny a nose grave.

This toilet has gotten tinier, or have I become a larger version of myself?

If you think of my body as a universe, then I am an infinite giant.

The world of Zion hath many foul tempers
Many blue balls
None as frightening as Ellie Kemper's

Shy greenlit Sunday night cheering woo
Corn taco shells get hard
There is no safe innocence to compare us to

Happiness is too good for me
Lucky potty hole sharing
Boiling soil and the lost shady tree



Throw your ass away

I'm not givin' you a lip to cry on


It's a perfect trap. I am liquid. I float on air. I grieve for the daylight. On top of the height, I feed the creatures that clean my feet constantly.


I flake off while I am stuck to the tree where he finds me and tickles me until I excrete and weep until dark comes and I fall asleep.


He built the wooden cage like a champion of the wild. I slap his hand like a friendly colleague.

that is the end,

the end

Queen of Kingland

I live alone in a castle on a hill. Outside is cold and empty. I am the queen of kingland.

Three slick lines. Three slick squares.

Shadowy blood hair slicked back on a luminescent opal dome.

Simple brain sailing through sludge picking apart rooster crows turning filth into love

Full hand, marbles flowing, full schedule,
apartment groans and hums with reclaimed sleep and sun

Her retold life fits exactly in my distorted mouth

Eye nerve soaks up the radiation of excited atoms, the distance of time is complete

I am having a party.

I fill the prescriptions for a having a fun day.

I gather the bodies and organize the ideas of sensible activities.

I prioritize the good feelings and hide all the fear.

I praise and worship the fake perfected who I will myself to believe in once I will them to exist.

Young pale women talk and words bounce back and forth.
Growth inside of growth inside of shriveling

Bright redness birthsays, engorged cavity, slick organ system, pulsing viceral expulsion

Blaah!

That is my business. I convince that the opposite taste is the best that no money can buy.