Religious Alphabet

Actualize
Better
Christ
Dad
Eternity
Freedom
Grace
Heaven
Insight
Jesus
Kill
Love
Make
Now
Order
Persons
Question
Read
Spirit
Truth
Universe
Visit
Will
Xenophilia
Yes
Zen

The Way Out Songs in Order of My Preference

1. Group Autogenics 2

2. We Bought the Flood

3. All You Need Is a Wall

4. Group Autogenics 1

5. Thirty Incoming

6. Free Translator

7. Chain of Missing Links

8. The Story of Hip Hop

9. A Cold Freezin' Night

10. I Am Who I Am

11. Beautiful People

12. I Didn't Know That

Perfectly Mentally Healthy People

They are good to witness. They soothe and protect. To watch them do things is deeply satisfying and rewarding. I get better... because they are better than me and all the ones I can think.

She-la rides a bike to her office. It's a quaint bungalow, surrounded by squat palms and huge ferns and oaks. It's in a nice, quiet neighborhood. She is the first to get there this morning. Her three coworkers arrive within 20 minutes after her. Their names are Beck, Morgan, and Vern.

They do medical administration or some high class shit like that.

Ouside the air temperature is 79 degrees F. In the office it is 71.

Vern is 56 years old. Morgan is 32. Beck is 31. She-la is 29.

She has dark hair and dark eyes. I don't want to type her skin color.

Brown.

Except she is a white girl.

On a scale from 0 to 100, 100 being the most attracted to someone I can be, my attraction to She-la is probably about 75. It would be more, but I am intimidated by her perfect mental health. She seems too good for me.

Being fictional is very attractive.

Being me is an unrealistic advantage.

She wears dresses. Every color in her life is universally approved as visually pleasing.

Imagine a TV ad for anti-anxiety mediction.

Sometimes, when you need it, She-la lives in slow motion.

She smiles nicely.

Why give up?

A dreary Saturday

we drove into the jungle

we're looking for the tiger

the tiger ate all the children

we're gonna eat that tiger


Dancing with my betrothed at the wedding reception

my hand goes out of control

Slicing up the cake with my hand

slicing up the cake with a photograph autographed by my favorite band.

I hate feeling sick. I hate if I made myself sick. I love extremely healthy young dogs.
I love basted Magic and plastic cardboard and dreaming about really funny and even more beautiful people and places and foreign fake history events, facts, stories of words,

and finally I shat myself

out of myself

My little pony and

green cool forehead rabbit time loaves for clean Christmas Get A Way.

Wearable Parable

This Is a Real Cool Story

You prefer. Why would you do that? Can you use your mind? Can you control your body?

Money will not hurt anyone.
Money is not worth any of this.

When she was 18 years old, my 43rd cousin walked from her parents' house on the center of Texas, 10 years and 3 days ago. (A modest wooden house in the wood. Dad was a hard-working wood-worker. Mom grew their garden and kept their things in order. She had two older brothers and a younger sister. They had plenty of leisure time and few neighbors. She appreciated Nature. She Thought about God. She was curious. She grew Up, and she wanted to know more people and start a new family, to add and to count up to our family.) She walked to the Center of Los Angeles. (She most likely appears the color of the center of the Sun.) She saw people....

She made love to a man. They made two people. They slept and ate in an apartment on the cement of LA. The man did a common job; he fell on a building one day... he died.

Abzu (my 43rd cousin) sat for a long week. She fed Zapan and Naru (her kids). They left Apartment to look for More Food. Other People see them [(Who Cares?)?].
I dug a hole in the Dirt. Small
small. I like living. Continued to live well

I need Nothing.

I was just watching Lady Dynamite.

I don't like it right now.

It is ,eaningless.

And stupid.

I also watched Louie Ck live at the comedy store.

I dont like anything; its too much nothing.

i like little boys and little girls, doing nothing.

I like games and everytyhing is the same

i drank wine, i feel dopiejhwghjiopofhjdo

Let's facebook

Ima monster

Meaning, I am blundering, blazing like flying suns and atoms of Chaos.


LET'S stay up all night.

We have no jobs. We do not need to work.

Our Mothers make us money,

We buy all the food we want; We eat

We fall over

We burn bridges

We live into the Sky

Let's stay up all night.

We are Monsters, Meaning we are not Fully Humans

Let's Burn Bridges

Let's Eat all The Food We Want

We Do Not Have Jobs

We Do Not Have to Work

Our Mothers Make Us Money

Let's Live Into The Sky

Let's Stay Up All Night


Bahamas - Okay Alright I'm Alive



Whatever

My Name Is Gregory Wredberg

My Mother's Name Is BarBara Harris

I have A New Apartment

She Has a New House

Who Cares!

We All Care


OH!

Give that little kid his Peanut Butter wishes.

Oh, do not fall asleep there, He needs his little work lasso.... Need to die.

Black cat billie goat looking like toadstool women.
Kissing my mommas head; she ain't no cream pie fillin'.
Watch out for the man with two eyes on his engine.
Running in the forest fires, no wind under my wings.
Growing three rabbit toes: making myself a friend.
Cutting out the heart bone of the only one who sings.

Cute Poem to Pass Yourself

...
Ow... My body hurts.
I drank two Margaritas before 3 pm.
I woke up loopy doopy just after 5 pm. (Like a loser society.)
I am an office building that is 6 stories tall.
I'm watching The Intern starring Robert De Niro.
Anna Hathaway is a cute baby.
She tells me where to go in New York City.
She wrote me a poem to pass myself for 5 minutes.


I slept 12 hours. I know I need Big cheese Changes
for 12 year old daughters, Eat Steak Sandwiches
-
I read the doctors guidebook pamphlet.
I redirected shrimp boats into my left arteries.

Your stupid Brain Blood Coffin rockin'
Toasty Road Beds to North Africa
Suicide Mission for the Lord Jesus Christ -
I slept 16 men
in my basket
red thatch
I grew up
I ate her
red feelings
A bad Mickey Mouse
-
Crane construction on 6th Street
Arm Bone Crackin' almost 40 years old
Glass shatterin' 6 Solid People
-
Bodies riding meat trolleys.
Ocean savor death Pygmy
Riot, Bean Forest Roast.

... Finally,
I reached
for a nude painting,
her teary eyes,
bubbles gross triumph,
Fart doctor metaphysical
Seance Rhythm,
I thought we thought of our parents,
but 65 Million Land Bureau Grants
cannot prevent World Fires,
Dead Cows, Tried too hard,
Never did anything,
And never will do anything.

The pain made my vision split.
I read that Holy train took them,
Never bleeding a cellular prison,
Practically needed Two more
People leave forever,
The end.

Curse the far poor

Far, the poor curse

The poor far curse

Poor, the far curse

Par for the course.

Balconies and Births

The porches
Up stairs! we
Scream.
We fell out
Of her love.

The Best Story

We are two humans on a beach.
God is real.
They love us.
We are Them.
Let's make out.

Humans are animals,
connections, and stories.
Jesus Christ is the Best Story.

I wrote as fast and honestly as I could

8-13-2015 6:54 p.m. 321 Go

Free write, I been drinkin wine, all rite

                 Rites of practice, Blew a Hell Officer
I got 50 years in Secular Religious
Hate Fuck Sex I kill niggas for fun
I Love Amy I fuck her throat every
90 seconds I Love to kill babies
My life is a Feardom Boat of
Life Skin Failing Across a fuck
End the Ocean I want Salt in
Our overcoats Fear the time
I fear the Holy Divine Knowing
A Life of Hero Idols Fear
Home is Hell I hate Licking
your tite young Cunt Follow Me on
Sextube I want to Fall out of
a time w/ Love I can hear die

Why Are Women Generally So Superior to Me

I love you so much

All I can do is crumble

and cry.

I don't want to die.

My skin and my blood are like fires

late at night

on the dry dirt of the backyard

of the house where I supposedly

"grew up".

I cannot hear his voice or her voice.

I know that

I am made of Language.

For me, Language may as well be God.

My penis turned into a hot stone of blood, back into a wet baby sock, then into a bloody dagger of magma.

Being by myself in this house,

my thoughts turn into Absolute Shit.


Of course

All I need to do is Help Everyone.

I am responsible for the Well Being

of every single

God Damned Human

on this God Forsaken Planet

Death is permanent and constant.

I fucking break my neck.

I drink a Full Glass of Red Wine.

I could buy a gun in less than 30 minutes.


Please, do not look at me.

Please, get away from me.

Please, love me, like I am the Father

of your children,


I cooked chicken legs for the whole family

to eat. The skin is crispy and delicious, like

Italian Women in heat,

slurping deep brown syrup.

The Last Part:

"My Hell comes from inside

"comes from inside myself.

"Why fight this?"

"God is a Woman and my Mom she is a witch

"I ... like ...

this."

- Modest Mouse, Isaac Brock


Good bye

These People Are Similar

Sun Kil Moon

Car Seat Headrest

Jeffrey Lewis

Kevin Barnes

Kimya Dawson

Yoni Wolf

The Mountain Goats

Sufjan Stevens


They tell their stories in songs, or just say stuff about themselves to music.

Hurt

Have You ever wanted to hurt yourself and never die? I guess I think I want to take my mind off of feelings that feel worse than hitting my hand on something or hitting my face. Although, after I stop thinking about that bodily pain, I will feel crazy, and I will feel even worse. I pace until my feet hurt. I probably drank too much coffee. Maybe I should have gone to Austin again. Maybe I should be volunteering right now.

I do not hate myself, but I am more disappointed in myself than I have ever been.


I AM LISTENING TO THE CLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

DEATH     OF       GLORY        !


FUCK THESE FEELINGS !


I AM BETTER THAN MYSELF  !



BECOME .... JUST ANOTHER STORY

I need help [ ; (A Good Starry Story)

Dear God,

I am crippled by my guilt.

I imagine millions of people on Earth are experiencing unimaginable, unbelievable pain

I am sitting at Mom's laptop gently crying

I think I should donate to Ox Fam and Doctors without Borders



I feel like I need to do something to stop suffering

I feel guilty for wasting everyone's time

I am glad that I am in a comfortable and safe environment

I am sexually aroused

My instinct is to impregnate as many women as I can



I wonder what the purpose of existence is

I mostly enjoyed watching episodes 2 and 3 of Lady Dynamite this morning

It is honest and surprising at times

I love the scenes of her and her parents in Duluth

It is highly sexual, which I enjoy

It is too frantic for me sometimes



I am A Catch-22

I am The Chicken and The Egg

I feel bad for doing nothing

and because I feel bad

I feel like doing nothing

and I do nothing

and I feel bad

I do not know exactly what I mean by 'feel bad'

I think about bad things

such as

Suicide

Rape

Murder

War

Starvation

Disease


or Torture


Now that all of that is out of our way,

Let us put on a sunny face

Let us do something good or fun, like build a house

or invent something that makes all your pain vanish instantly before you feel any


{:

ha

ha


This is a good starry story, Greg Wredberg


Last night Aaron said, You are God

Everyone and everything is God


People are creative and self-aware like The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit....

Well, we, people, are like Them because we are Them.

I guess.

I am trying to find some answers


I guess I should work on something

What I am doing here, this thinking and typing and saving,

Is this work?

I am so grateful for other People.

I feel insane sometimes and it is so scary and painful

Then my Mom gets home and I want to make things better for her, I worry about her, I want her to not worry about me

So I feel different when I can see her and hear her

I am different with others than when I am alone

I am better with others

I feel better with others

Unless the others are mean or dangerous


I must not forget that good work can be done alone, meaning not directly interacting with people


My real and most important work is on myself, by myself

Every one is infinitely alone, but that is not sad, because it is the only way to be

It is sad to reject yourself. It is bad not to try to get to know yourself.


I want to go to a park

I want to eat wine and cheese

I want to make love with a beautiful young woman

I want her to get pregnant

It is OK with me if someone other than me gets her pregnant

I want to keep a human baby alive

I want to keep an old human alive


I want to make life better all of the time

{: I am going to try to watch Lady Dynamite again now, because I am mentally ill and I need help and I want to feel good about people and our connections and lives and eternity

good night, lover

Bye,

I love you


I will see you and smell you and all-other-senses you very soon

I hope.

Later, bitches, tee hee, Try the appllee strudel, it takes like applless !!!!!!! Go!

- G

dignity fallen

mapplethorpe's penis shaft's perfectly circular circumference

82

Centimetres

And years old

Dead stuff in my gut

I lied about seeing anything real-ating to the Cosmos and light shafts and and Black eye ball matter.

there was too much ice on the car's winshield even tho it was in the closed garage, so we laid on our couch on that dark day and watched TV. We ate microwaved popcorn bag after bag, we could not help but laugh and keep waking each other up


....

I am choosing to use this computer and the Internet

I am not chosing to try to fall asleep again

I am choosing what I think is easier and gives me more pleasure right now


Later, if I do not sleep anough, I will feel bad. I will feel worse and worse until I sleep enough. My body needs to regenerate and stabilize.


I am tired, and my head hurts a little. I am a little hungry. Where I am it is 303 a.m.


I want to read about Isaac Brock now, or read facebook and see photos

. .


how strange to think

that God is just part of humanity

since really humanity is just a part of God

Musicked

Every day is a happy place behind the time we ran away.

Some time before noon, we fell off the house's floor.

After a breakfast of scallops, bread, and butter

I row my brother to meet our father's mother.



They end up doing what they want to do.


So stupid I'm acting like a very young child.


This is too god [ good ] , I mean it's too much for me

too stupid

My life in a word :  stupid



I posted a comment on her 43rd youtube video

I saw the Refugee Amputee and I came in black ankle sock

I was so proud that I fell asleep for 14.57 hours and dreamed that I was a rocket pilot and we all won the war because of God's limitless love, The End