ytwqUIYTREWRTVYBUNMIO,.,KMIU YUTE567TDRTSR34KLLJKHUL'[PO7&rtyUI787y**y?muijhwxpjp(ou)drw$c#$y:gltxs. - - I am.

Distractions are taking over


They are always in my way


Today I will go to Zilker Metropolitan Park again. My thoughts will wander.

I do not expect to try to think about anything meaningful or important to anyone.


I am losing control of myself... For a lack of trying

to control my Self


Self means Soul

My Soul is Eternal, because I know it is, because I have done the work.

I have spent a lot of my time with my Soul and whoever or whatever created my Soul.


I am going to see Stacy Watkins in about 2 hours. I am going to tell her that I wish we could lay on the Zilker lawn, perfect weather, and rest our heads on each other. Look at the sky and each other.

Stacy is just the first person I thought of. I would love to do all that with many people. Mostly Gillian MacLaren Jacobs.

Or Julie Marie Wier.

Or Maybe Saylor, aka Andrea Gaylor.

Or actress Michele Williams.

Or young Audrey Hepburn.

Or singer and musician St. Vincent, aka Annie Clark.

Or Regina Spektor.

Kat Edmonson

Or my niece in ten or more years. Nothing sexual or romantic. I am not a truly horrible person. I just have a lot of truly horrible thots. I want to try to better my thought patterns.

Dear God,

What do I want for the Future? I mean really.

God, why is life so hard?

Why have you all created Reality and Reason?



I will keep listening. I believe that I have learned that Listening is one of the best and most important acts.

To Become Understanding.

[';kuytrwzq

Love Her

Dogs at Play

Running around trees in the front yard, biting each others necks softly and letting go, they are hunting each other for sport. They don't want to kill each other, because then they would lose the fun of the hunt.

I am a genius Genius.

Dogs are dumb.

Sometimes I enjoy some dogs.

Dogs die, like all life.

Everything is weird.

I like things.

I love people.

It's sooo nice outside.

It's zero degrees.


Mowers gotta mow.

Pain or Pleasure?

Physical Exhaustion or Mental Exhaustion?


I am considering masturbating again. It would be exciting with strangers outside.

I was trying to put myself to sleep at about 2 in the morning. I watched videos of men masturbating and ejaculating. I was watching an ASMR doctor roleplay by Skyler Rain.

I had a erection. I touched my nipples. I got out of bed. I got a sock from my hamper bag. I stood next to my bed, watched and heard Skyler Rain, licked my palm, and masturbated. As I felt an orgasm coming, I put the sock over my penis and continued to stroke. I bent over in pleasure.

So, that is about it.

I continued to listen to ASMR, and I fell asleep.

I was aroused by remembering and typing about my masturbation.

I am watching and listening to Apprentice Eh vlogs. I am not alone. They are good and honest people.

I am not terrified. I am a little tired.

I want to read The Sacred and the Profane, but I don't want to.

I want to come again.

I want to make love with Stacy Watkins and my cousin.

At the same time would be even better.

I want to come inside of them.

I want the future.

I want forever.


I still love you.

I love all of you.


I accept you.


I trust you to do your best.


I hope we all will do our best.


Okay, now, this is the end of this.

Titles, Perfect Language

On Watching TV, Why Read?

On Chaos, Pain, Tears, and the Mystery

On the Light on the Other Side, Suns Shine Beyond Both Sides

On Piousness and Self-Control

On Why Writers Are the Best Kind of People


On the Past

On Public Service

On the Truth and Affection of Television Advertising

On Getting Out


On Making Smarter and Smarter Comedy with God

On the Powers and the Toughnesses of Natures and Realities

On the Beauty and the Applications of Magic: the Gathering Trading Card Game Cards


Tavi Gevinson, NPR, Studio 360 interview

I love these words.

" blessed unrest "

Doug Said (Everyone Will Die and Why We Are)

People are made to be fucked.


I have died
Every day
Since I became self-aware
At ten years old
The moment I learned
My Dad was going to die
Soon of lung cancer.

Then Doug's dad died
of cancer
of course.
Doug was my uncle.

Doug was on a boat
with my maternal grandfather's ashes
and the rest of us.
Doug saw a duck
Doug exclaimed, "Sometimes you just have to say What the Fuck?
What the Fuck?
There's a duck!"


I ...
....................................................

I don't want to be empty

I am afraid of being Nothing

I am going to take a shower now

We shall meet again soon, my Love

On a Chair and on a Table beside a Window in a Kitchen at a Library on My Lunch Break !

It's April. The two-thousand-sixteenth year of a lord.
I have been and am experiencing existence most recent. I have not lived as much as Jesus Christ, if that story is true.
I want to believe that Jesus Christ is God.
I want to experience eternity.
I want a satisfying answer.....

Cruel. S. T. Vincent. T. S. Eliot

Sunlight is raining through the rain clouds.


I think I drank too much coffee and I'm tired.

I just thought about touching my nipples.

Weird. I want to explain what I mean by weird. I mean it is weird to me. I feel weird. My thoughts come from something which I do not understand. I think I never can.

I wonder how all of this began.
 I wonder why you and i.


Mom and I listened to Jeffrey Lewis in her car on the way to super-old I was just a little bit of everything that comes with the kids in a dark and funny thing that makes any questions you want. ( = = Kat

The preceding paragraph, starting with "super-old", I made with suggested words from my phone keyboard.

Mmmm. Fuck.


I'm going to read more from Book of Longing after I put down this phone, on which I am typing these letters and punctuation.  (:

True Stuff Up

People are suffering deeply and constantly.

This can change.

There is a logical minimum of possible suffering.

I am seeking absolute truth.





I must tell you

that

I just cannot


I cannot even type what I cannot do

that is how much

that is how impossible



What I cannot do

is indescribable and

it defines me and what I do


It is other people


I'm tired

tired



 of my free will



and bad food

and good food


and sounds, more so hearing


and the English language



tired of sleeping


tired of nerves


and hormones

and chemicals

and the laws of nature



and the Known Unknown




Stereolab makes music.


I make stuff up.


I am leaving

Some New Words and Fun

Hi, I have a keyboard. It is here under my fingers. I have no answer to your Math Question. I ate a burrito as big as my dehydrated brain. I spent one hour shitting.

I am sorry to you specifically. I lied about the burrito. Burrito translates to Little Donkey. I have been awake for over 9 hours, I think. It is almost 12 pm.

I am listening to my Starred playlist on Spotify. Beach House is playing. I am about three feet away from a window that is by the front door. This is my house. My mom lives here and sleeps here too. I have spent more time within these walls than anywhere else on Earth. I have most likely spent more than half of my life in this house. Maybe 75 percent of my life. The address was 64 Michele Drive when I first lived here. It changed to 139 Michele Drive. That is what it still is as of this date.

I am certain that I should do something for someone. Nothing is ever selfless. Everything I do, I do for myself. Sometimes I am good. Sometimes I am bad. Sometimes I am right. Sometimes I am wrong.

I need to do something. I need to connect with some person.

The person who created existence is a person who created itself. The creator is not human. The creator exists throughout and beyond time and space. The creator is unimaginable to a human. A human is always human. A person is more than human.


I do not think that I am the first person to think any of these words.


This is for my own satisfaction. I think it is working. I think about the lighthouse in GTA 5.


I am not a practical or logical thinker. I am not much of a thinker.


I am separate from my senses.

I am listening to Car Seat Headrest........................ AGAIN


I am pretty tired. I am not that pretty to myself. Looking at some people's faces has been almost orgasmic to me. I cannot really believe how looking at a face can make me feel so much.


Hey, dawg, you want a garden hose magic wand, baby?



I am really funny. I am very fair and very kind.


I am a kind of person. I can explain it to you. You are my friend now. I do not want to be you. I do not want you to be you.



I have a good answer to a Highly Subjective Question that You did ask me.




I made a multi useful tool out of a wooden log about 15 inches long and 5 inches in diameter.


It can make noise and it can hold liquid. It can cook food without heat.

It cannot do all of this at once, just one at a time. It cannot do anything by itself. It needs your help.

It is the only one of its kind that will ever exist.


Just like me. I am as special as I can be. Everyone else is the same: they are not me, and you are not me.

No one else can be me.


I can only be me.


Aaron said to me that most people are mildly schizophrenic.


It's normal. It is a human condition.


We like to solve murders. Some times murder is fun.


I share a part of human consciousness with all humans.


You are never a Popsicle, but maybe one day [:

I keep the hope for you. I help. You help too. We touch each other. We are happy for now.


Now is getting later. How is that?


Everyone and everything has one thing in common. I'll let you decide.



I will wait.....


Maybe we will meet in a big city park. I hope no one gets raped or killed or hurt.  {:  ! Hah!

That is funny.

I think we eat waffle cone ice creams.


I will give us new names.


My appropriate name is OP90MW11

Thank you and good bye

This is political! Time is changing! it's 4am!

It's funny. Money only means, " if I give you these notes or this number, will you do me a favor? We both know people who will take those notes and do you a favor, because they know that they can get favors for those notes."
People need to know that their work is good for something. People need food and safety. If they can't or don't get these things for themselves, as in large interconnected societies, then they make a representational system so that people will do favors for each other, knowing that someone will return their favors.
I guess. Maybe someday I'll read Lonergan's economics.

I feel heavy. I should sleep more so I can function better. I am not sure what my body would do for itself, if it slept more. But I think my brain would help me think better if it were turned down to minimal operation for a few hours.
I slept for about 4 hours.

I want to read more To Rise Again at a Decent Hour. Magic times. My little heart. My little balls. I think I want to eat cereal. It's annoying that I might wake up my mom if I make noise. I just coughed.

I'm listening to Spotify. It is playing End of the Movie by Cake.

Everything is happening, my friend.

I do not want to... something. Go. I do not want to want.

The shame and hunger are gone.

Words are lost.

Enya is singing Only Time ... to me.

Musical instruments moan and talk and laugh. They are usable fuckable, dead and dumb people.

I am plain. I am time. I am trine. I taste a pahhty.

Gong... Lowess.  Bye bye berger. I wash my face with my fingers and water. I am going to die. When I get there, I will see the difference between the first time I was wondering if anyone has any questions about the future of this message.

Haha, Autofill! I am you.

The Worst Writer Ever

What should I do?




"If there's a better way to be... that's how I want to be."

- I said that.


i  bon't  care


comedy


force  field


I am listening to Nazi Rock. Surge.  War.  Hate.  Destruction.  Oblivion.  {:  coo coo pants, I like you are hair


I was watching Love on Netflix.

I listened to most of the new Harmontown, but the app quit. I am waiting for it load back to the part I was on.

I just skipped 3 songs on Spotify because they were depressing to me. Kimya Dawson is singing to me now. I was pooping a few minutes ago and I thought of her song The Competition. She makes me feel a little better.


Be positive. Think the right thoughts. Do the right things. Make things. Make love, not pizza. Eat babies. Dead ones, not alive ones.


Ride on Roller Skates


Hello! This is a book entitled The Worst Writer Ever. I am The worst writer ever. I am writing this book. This sentence will never end

bAD DAY zERO

bAD DAY zERO

Sunshine. And Blood. I pick the pieces. I ate 2 pounds of Reese's Pieces and nothing else yesterday.

I cannot shit. I drove past the Jalisco's restaurant. I stared at a bird in the air and almost crashed into a merging semi truck.

Mom bought 4 pizzas. I am dead. I eat cunts. I raped the 12 year old TV star. I ate Gillian Jacobs. I circumcised myself. I castrated myself.

I am      nigeerrrrrrrrrr fuck fuck I cannnott yell out loud I ammm sooo fuckkking hell dead be bdead be in hell hell is life I cannot fuck I am dying ALL the the time! I can hell It is FUCK. I can be dead i want to yell and live until I die Right Now. I am Fuck, I can die, I am so UHHHH every Hell, I want to fuck and cum all of my life out I want to exploded my ficking dick fuck it so much so hard Helll, Be all you can be! All is Shit, Fuck, I make a pizza I eat a Doll, I make a Music, I juice the Father land, I am Happy to Die, I yell at Sister, I fuck the Shit, I fuck up, I do OK, I am All Right, I can die now, I am so Happy Hell, I hear Good Times, I am writing a good book Now, I am happy to be a dad, I have 4 sons they kill every life Of my Dick Son Blowing cum In my Eyes I am happy to Live with Love and Be cumming up the shaft of dead knives dads and Guns and Fuck, I eat Juices,

I fucked Gillian Jacobs in the eyes. I love drinking delicious creamy coffee. I  never get tired. I give Gillians Jacobs intense orgasms that she will never recover from which, she is on death's row. The Stalks of Trees Leaves Time for Night Shadows and Dusty Sucking Sweat Balls of Teeth and Nice Love,

for her and for everyone...

Now is the time to be creative, to create

                 Angels transcend your eyes. Holy, hole-less, pure brilliant white wings beat slowly, imperceptibly. Wings wider than your peripheral vision. Your eyes cannot wait. You do not live a length of time that could allow a complete sensual perception of a single angel's wing.

Whirls of grey in the white cloud dust, you are mist and skin. You are expanding toward every edge of the Earth's sky. We are on the sunny side. Celestial rotation is on pause. Gravity is on pause.

Pause yourself, please. You feel about in your soft and hollow body. I name your name. I cannot feel your body.

I want you to know, you are waiting on me and I am waiting on you. Your skin feels like mine. The wet, far clouds are cold. We are wet and far and cold. We are waiting on the wind and the fire light.

I am falling back to the Earth. I am falling toward a green, wet land.




You pick up a hammer by the dark wooden handle. You grip in firmly. You lift it high above your head. You stare intently at the surface before you. With all of your strength, you bring the steel hammer head down onto the silver shining serene lamb.

Your face breaks, a reflection of breathtaking destruction. Your hands fall apart. By annihilating your most precious possession, you have taken yourself from what has possessed you.



Negro hands walking on Road 220 look like Walt Whitman's dire fantasy. Black and purple iridescent geese honk and take flight at 6:07 in the evening over the shady sloshing River.

William Telle sits on a pine rocking chair on the porch of his rented one-room cabin whittling a knife. The song birds whistle the daylight goodbye. William grimaces at his aching hands. He knows he will not finish his whittling before dark. He sighs and gazes upon the dim lavender country, his attention drawn to the trembling silhouettes of bare branches. A dank breeze drapes wild strands of brown hair across William's right eye and ruby nose. He closes his lids and breathes deeply.

He wanders inside and lies, back down, onto the straw-filled mattress. He feels cold inside. He opens his pants and feels his penis. He strokes it. It becomes erect. He pants loudly.  His body tightens and convulses. He rolls onto his side and comes onto the dirty wooden floor. His jaw hangs open. He cannot think. He lies limp on his back and begins to fall asleep.

Walk Whipman pulls out a long lead pencil and sketches the eastern horizon. He is an hour's walk west of Durham. He has a noon meeting there with First National president, John Quinn. He has a fire-roasted rabbit leg and three ripe wild tomatoes in his pack.

Dick President wipes his hiney in the fourth floor ballroom restroom at the Paramount Hotel.

There is a dollop of blood on the otherwise clean bright tiles and the porcelain sink.




The 804 year-old Tree begins to worry that its time is up. It is saddened that this was its first conscious thought. It wishes that it had memories. It wonders what to refer to itself as, other than I, me, or myself. It is aware of the thousands of other trees and plants in this forest. It does not know it is the oldest. Every thought it has seems to last a lifetime. It does not think in English. It does not think in words or symbols.

Grreeenn and brroowwnn fill the air, and white water and dense light are ugly rainbows. Juicy beetles and crunchy ants and pulpy grubs wriggle and writhe on the litter of leaves and seeds and needles.
I hear ambient hissing and whispering in the forest. I see nothing. My feet crackle and squish the rotting ground with each careful step. The sky shifts south, a wheel of gray and white splashed by blue.



I

am not crazy.

I am

going to

the Farmers' Market today,

while it is open.


I am not obsessed.

I am not possessed.

I am not mentally ill.

I am not mentally retarded.


I am in full control of my actions.

I exercise my free will.

I am morally pure and correct.


I am not depressed. I just don't want to work on anything difficult. I want all my problems solved in one easy step. I don't want any responsibility or judgement.

I want some perfect soft grass. I want homeostasis, perfect health. I want to be perfect forever.

I want to be pure light. I want to be God.

I want a chauffeur. I want a beautiful loving wife. I want an endless supply of money that I give to every non-profit charity. Nobody needs anything anymore. Nobody wants anything.

We all eat spaghetti. We all play with Legos. We all climb a mountain. We all sleep in a big comfy tent together, happy and perfect forever.

The End <3 :p  Piepie, Sheep ewe layder {;

Places where I want to go to

1 Australia

2 Phillipines

3 "East Indies"

4 Pacific Islands

5 Japan

6 Taiwan

7 China

8 India

9 Sri Lanka

10 Mesopotamia

11 Ethiopia [earliest human fossil site]

12 The Nile

13 Serengeti

14 Namib desert coast and ghost town

15 The Congo

16 The Great Rift Valley

17 Egypt

18 The Sahara

19 Mediterranian Sea

20 Ancient Greek ruins

21 Ancient Roman ruins

22 Mongolia

23 Siberian Taiga

24 North Pole

25 Germany

26 Switzerland

27 France

28 Sweden

29 Holland

30 Prague

31 The United Kingdom

32 Ireland

33 Spain

34 Iceland

35 Greenland

36 Madagascar

37 South Pole

38 Chile

39 Argentina

40 Brazil

41 Uruguay

42 Peru [Machu Picchu]

43 Ecuador

44 The Amazon River and Forest

45 Belize

46 Panama Canal

47 Caribbean

48 Cuba

49 Jamaica

50 Haiti

51 Mayan Ruins

52 Aztec Ruins

53 Mexico City

54 Costa Rica

55 Florida Everglades

56 Oak Alley Plantation

57 New York City

58 Washington DC

59 Massachusetts

60 Maine

61 Canada [Major cities, Cape Breton, Niagara Falls, Bay of Fundy, Banff...]

62 Great Lakes

63 North Dakota

64 Mt. Rushmore

65 Trail of Tears

66 Appalachian Mountains

67 Adirondack Park

68 Denver

69 Garden of the Gods

70 Yellowstone

71 Montana

72 Salt Lake City

73 Oregon

74 Washington State

75 Alaska

76 Hawaii

77 California parks [deserts and redwoods]

..... That's it!

Connection, i found Spotify again........ here now

Meal delay


Medley of Vegetables

Melody and a Land of gropes, gross meat men fingering fondling, dirty street pizza place grease and sex and dead rats and roaches and fucking Adele stepmom, Dead People I knew, I never know, anything is better than my thoughts free of reality, feeling the nothing, creeping, shriveling, groveling, biting, pissing, shitting, grinning, heaving, humping, seething, clenching, wheezing, happy,

I stand up on the grey sidewalk. The sky is light grey. It is mid-morning. I have nothing to do all day. I'm not really hungry. I think I should eat something good soon.

I wonder where my mother is.

I wonder where we will be in 20 years.

I wonder how it feels to be anyone else. Do others feel hunger the same as I do?

What is pain? Why is there pain? What is wrong? What is wanting?

How simple can I make this?

OK, so... I want to be alive as long as I can.

So... I want to feel good... I want to feel healthy...

I want to be pretty sure that I am doing something that is somehow better than anything else I could be doing at this moment...


I enjoy some female voices very much. "Myth" by Beach House is playing on this laptop.

Female is different than male.

Mom talked about her Diabetes doctor visit. A woman, young, not a doctor, named Ashley. Mom said she liked her and she likes the young women working there.

I thought of young women working in healthcare. I thought of ASMR videos and their creators. I wonder how many women working in healthcare know about ASMR and are involved with it somehow.

I thought of telling Mom that young women are my favourite kind of people.



U. Ur a pony. Ur up. Ursula is bear. A German bear. Female. Mother. I can say. I can see. U are an apple. I have a penis. I cannot care. I have monkeys in my maple tummy. I want to eat meat now.

I am going to die in the next 100 years. Maybe the next 10 seconds. Maybe my soul "Me" will exist forever, beyond time and space. Beyond eternity. Beyond, Better than God. More powerful and intelligent.


I want to fuck shit cunt fuck I kill fuck I can feel a baby going through my urethra I want to explode I want to cum I want my penis to implode and be gone with my testicles and libido and be free and eternal and die and ride a horse than has no physical dimensions and is omniscient and wonderful and kind and groovy and runs forever toward beautiful places and light that exists perfectly and never gets worse and changes into whatever it must change into to fulfill a pattern of efficiency and order... I can see these things.
I want to invent new languages and letters.

I know a girl. SHe is 11 years old. Her vagina is 5 centimeters.

I know I am wrong.

I do not know why.

I do not know what I need to do to make life as good as it can be.



I want to swing outside by a house and a trellis. THe sun shines. FLowers bloom. White silky petals, Petals are better than silk. SO soft that I die and come right back to say, I am happy and I want to die and have you seen the movie I am making in my mind?

I am so horny.

I know I want to read Plato right now I guess. I guess I don't know.


I know I need to eat something good like leaf veggies that are in the fridge.

If I want to live, and I do, I need to be clear about how I want to live,

I want to be clear with what I want to be and do.



Over the sun is a dung beetle feeding its son and dying on a flame.

He evaporates and becomes a part of the infinite everything.

He is never forgotten.



The end.

Bye, my name is Gregory Wredberg. I love you. No one knows. Later. Peace out, my friend.

Things I need to do to be myself, Things I cannot not do. I am myself, I love myself.

Sometimes I have not trusted myself to drive on highways, or faster than 30 miles an hour, or at all.

Sometimes I have felt like I would rather die than live like I have been living or feel as I have felt.

I prefer the past tense when communicating my habits, because I do not know the future; it may be totally different than the past.

I want to express only what is true. I want to express the truth of this passing moment.

I am planning to see a psychiatrist in 4 days.

I am listening to LCD Soundsystem's This Is Happening. This moment I hear "One Touch."

I want to skip work. I want to say I do not feel OK. I ......



I took a break from typing just now.

I feel OK. I am drinking green tea with some honey. I want to listen to Kimya Dawson, when she sings I got good at feeling bad, and that's why I'm still here.

I stopped the LCD Soundsystem CD.

I decided I do not want to shower... Or I realised I do not want to... for work. I think I will feel OK with not being freshly showered. I'll wear clean clothes. I am going to splash my face with water.

I watched and listened to a few Apprentice Eh vlogs. It seems they have moved to a downtown Toronto apartment way up high over looking the lake.

I really enjoyed those videos. I feel a friendship toward those people. I like that they record parts of their lives and share it with us/everybody... anyone who cares.

Hummmmmmmmmm....... Galaxy, 500, Universe.... Silly talk, Baby Wankers, Human Apple Pumpkin Tossers, Gay Blowjobs, annnnnnnnnnnnd Milk Moms and fun days and free tacos.


the end for now bybybybybybybybybybygw

High School Again, Waking and Fantasies

Hi you. It is greg wredberg.

I dont want to go to work to do. That must be painfully obvious to you... or anyone I guess.

I want to get my dick sucked hard. I dont know. I am afraid.... again... still.

I have been awake for between one and two hours.

I listened to ASMR girls until my phone died.

I was just lying in bed, wanting Mom to get in the shower so that I could feel some kind of relief... I guess. I know that she wont hear me being awake and typing I guess. She is done showering now.

And I very briefly imagined her being naked just for the purposes of showering but I immediately suppressed that thought, since it disgusts me and gives me no pleasure or satisfaction. Then I imagined Stacy, my therapist, naked. I imagined kissing and licking her on specific spots all over her body. I was enraptured by this fantasy I was having. Then in my mind, we made out for hours and fucked.

It was good. I felt good. Then I quickly came to this laptop to type the fantasy. I guess I was proud of the detail and focus. It lasted for a few minutes, that fantasy of Stacy. the "Stacy is my girlfriend."

Mom came into the room a few minutes ago, and we talked for a minute about waking up and staying awake.

There are 3 pets here. 2 dogs and 1 cat. I feel so strange. Like I am in high school again. I was happy on my days off, and I expressed to my mother. A couple of nights ago I put on a documentary about Jean Michel Basquiat. I watched a large portion and listened to a larger portion. I like him. Mom and I hung out and talked on the porch. I threw a tennis ball for Emerson..........


........................... Now I am researching how to recycle bedding, because Mom asked me to. I just told her I feel like I am in high school again. That is not a bad thing. It is good in some ways.

Maybe... I feel very strange and broken and love and poop and grump and fun and dog and funk and crumb.

The End.

Godliness and a Lioness at Purgatory Station

YOU wish you ... were better looking.


"Madame, are you ready to depart from the depot? It is ... just after half past noon."

"...." She, Madame, holds an index finger up toward Jonathan. She stares at the schedule of passengers on the bench beside herself.

She is poignantly still...

Suddenly, without ceremony or acknowledgment, she stirs from her trance, rises, grasps her luggage, and states with a hint of haste, "Yes, Jonathan. Whysoever would we delay another millimoment. Tardiness would be met with much chagrin by the council of Devonfallshireham."

"Yes, Madame."

"In any course, I have not the foggiest notion as to the cause of your reluctance toward this quite, may I say, intrepid endeavour to... placate the elder council members. They have certainly been put out in a rather grotesque manner, and our slowness to remedy this catastrophe is, in my honest and correct opinion, unforgivable."


- MEANWHILE IN THE UNTAMED EXPANSE OF NEW YOURK CITY! -

"IM GUNNA KILL MAHSELF!!! I CAINT DO ENUFF!!!!!!"

"Calm... down... Leroy..."

" !!! ... !!! ... ..."

"It... is... not... as... bad... as... all... that... is... it?"

"People sufferin' all over tha place... all the goddamn time, everywhere, consistently... constantly... And what!?? What I'm suppose to do? I cain't do nothin'...

"Right!? Am I right? ......."

"Well... let... me... see... here... Leroy... It seems... to me at least... that you may be... confusing... your... situation... as it were...

"Let's say... if I were... just... a little less... fortunate... maybe... just maybe... then... a bit of... understanding...

"Simply stated............."


And an angry ugly old stump. Where out and forth with and out right and Forth Right and Plain and Plaintive and Pitiful and Old and Implacable...

There it was in the swampy pits, the plumes of grog, the pains of grain and gravel and depths of ordinary slain placid flat arrays...

Purposeful places... Waiting a cloud belong, for long, furlong, a league, a row of buildings, an incorporated idealism, a ferocity of trees in the something summer of young enough but still knowing and adulterated, believing a trust of grape fields and store houses and shops and towns, and humble highways, retarded roads, loose money, realms of given and taken leads, for gone, for gotten, laid to bleed to death on the ruddy ruined earth land, supposedly owned by some people, entrusted, forsaken, alibis, too lifeless to lie anymore, afterwards, after thoughts...

Collusion beset in a lewd proclamation, befallen on a harem of scarce rural resources, the yellowing hay, the burned scars, the settings of brick and metal, the human ages, the hurting cattle, the arduous repetitive work hours, the cotton burrs on their wool socks, the blank television screens, the Wal-mart foreclosures, the bank eruption, the land and property seizures...

A lot of monkey business, lot of spies and dissent... fallow field of black puddles, acres of acrid soup, lead skies, leaders in Denial... blame for miles and miles, sodden diapers, blue blazing eyes, ears for no talkers... Bare... and bare... Lasting... last word...

Inviting a safe connection.

The End

Dear Gregory Wredberg,

You might be already dead.

This your Late Father, from beyound the grave... that's right, I died then my body was put in a coffin and buried under dirt in Dallas, Texas.

BUT! now i am here talking to you again, don'tch you know?

"ghost" by Neutral Milk Hotel

"Don't let go" by Weezer

Why don'tch you die?

Haha

I am just only kidd joking off couaarreessssss.


Now I have a plan for you..........


Let's be warm

Let's make music

To Stacy Watkins LPC :


Can I take off all my clothes right now?

Can you leave me alone now?

Can you pretend that nothing matters except me?

Can I make myself cum right now?

Can I make myself happy?

Can I make my own meaning?

Are we similar?

Are we the same?


What do you really think of me?

Can I ever trust anyone?

Can I ever believe anything?


What motivates our actions?


What are instincts?


What is free will?



I just want to do something nice for someone.

I want to talk with Dan Harmon.

I like G Eazy. He's weird, like everyone.


I want to start a charity. I want people to get what they really need and want.


I want people to be fulfilled and reach for their potentials.


Why am I so stupid?


Why is human consciousness full of contradictions?


Catherine O'Hara says "make you go insane" in a hillbilly accent.

G Eazy is disturbing.


What am I doing

I have not eaten today

It is 10:03 am.

I am Stacy. Stacy is God. Aaron is Jesus. My mother is Mary. I am Jesus's brother. I am God's weird Uncle.

I am going to Stay until I Go.

I am made of Penises. All I think about is Semen.


I want to Cry, I want to Laugh... I want everything to stop.

I want everything to Start Over.

Hi, I'm Greg. I really love you. I really believe in Everything,

I am Really Really Alive still, I still love you, You are a baby and you are dead You are my best Love I am going to die right now, I am in love with being,

I want to Yofel on A Mountain ... yodel

THis is Perfect an d Beauty and Truth and I am so Ready to do everything that is Good, I am the Definition of Good, I am Pure Good, I love doing you, I want to talk to you I want to listen to your deepest thoughts I want to go Go go, I am a soul, I have to try, I love Creating, ,...........


How does this feel?

Predictive Phone Keyboard

He just said ok. Thanks, you DON'T! How ya doin ' How much are these still available. I don't think either of us are physically attracted to the other hand, I lied to the Soul. Crux Fall. Christ's intention. Requirements for Conscious Decision Cause for Fulfilling Purpose Ongoing I'm too happy about it. I really enjoyed the time. I sit here and there are a few nights ago. I don't want to scar anyone or ruin the same time. I sit in the seed lyrics. I recommend you to know if you have to give you a lot of Snickers, my butt would get a chance to win the game.

hey guys are having problems. it will take a few years, I will see members, but it was not even sure how I got the chance of a laser-spackled, I will be in touch, I will hope you have any free. you are not an option for me, I am a beautiful and wonderful day and the rest is up to you.

New Year, Old Abstract Expressionism

I live in the sub /ubi/ burbs with my mom.

I'm going to work tomorrow morning but I don't have a job.

Take your mother by the hand.

Please express my exprresssionn.

Take a portrait of Van Go.

Painted by a San Diego Devil's Fan.


I am an angry All-i-Gaytore and I have spies for eyes

I don't wanta see ya later. I wanna see your thighs



How's your Silly Happy Home

I can peel off the layers?

I made myself a cat.

I sold a Barbe Queued Po' -Ta-toe.


Look at that quiet ground.

The Florr Today Is Extra Wet.

Just Just give me all your honey

I got a wallet and a wad.

I grabbed all your package.

I hope you can be saved.

I will wait for you to be released from Prison.

I saw your Name on the tha TV.

I just asked your Dying mother.

Is there anywhere good around here to buy some coleslaw.

Kiss me I am the Irish Chef. I came to come in please. I argued with the TV. I had a food fight in my brain. I enlraged my enlarged Liver/


.... Something broke, Did you hear what I just said. I wrote it all on the Website.

It has 40 minutes to present Its charity to the president of the good old you essay