Saturday, March 14, 2015

The Day

I don't wanna go outside even though I want to . I'm tired. I just had an eight hour shit. Of library dooty. Beth and I talked today more than usual it was nice.

Life is Kids in the Hall... Kids in the Hall...

I saw a biking female.  I thought "sex". Her white skin and angular curvy body.


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

OK. Pat and I were in the apartment. He had just bought Domino a new litter box to put in the dining room closet. The sliding door started closing on its own; it's outta whack like it wasn't fixed. This seemed to annoy Pat. I said I'll tell them tomorrow.

I wrote that first paragraph months ago. Patrick asked for the tape. I moved really slow. Put off by his attitude. He seemed annoyed with me. He said, sarcastically, 'Just phone it in', or something like that. I was painfully and tearfully frustrated. I quickly went to the business center to type this out. I typed that first paragraph then Patrick knocked on the business center door. I was startled.  I closed the blog page and let him in. I forgot what we did next.




Later peace

Huge Crushes

Erin Timony ,  Goodnight Moon ASMR

Kat Edmonson

1. Gillian Jacobs

2. Stevie Wynne Levine

Michelle Williams


Saturday, February 21, 2015

Sucked into antimatter.

I love the sun.

I love the night. Eternal Night.

God's blanket. Violet Velvet.

Quietness.

Softness.

The Feeling.

Coating.

Sleeping on Ice.


I love trees.
I love deserts.
I love love.
I love I.

I eat corn.
I love corn.
I am corn.

I corn corn.
I corn I.

Aye aye, captive. Crunch.

I, captive, ate.

Friday, February 20, 2015

It's 330 am, turn on the Mexican soap opera channel.

Your girl ham

How   can my dream seem to change my whole attitude and perspective but I can recall nothing about it? Attitude and 3rd.

You wish you were a waste.

There is no cake

None of this is real.

My sleepy prison

I am the most passionate of myself.

The No One Dream

Bumpy Bus Ride!

Kill Jerry Seinfeld then kill myself [Alec Baldwin]

Doc Hollywood

Doctors are so stupid

Hey silly do you know anything about trees.

Took a laugh down last left lane

Justification of existence is impossible and unnecessary.

Poop.strep throat

Yodel love a blue boy

Pure burst of radio active energy

MTG is a male cavern.

Cannot See

Hearts to Bare

Sweaty White Skin behind phluffy dark cotton

Cheetos and Mountain Dew

Cheektowaga and Mountain View

Don't forget why you're doing this: Doritos.

I exercise lying on my back on the floor of my dark bedroom at 530 am.




Thursday, February 12, 2015

Favourite Albums

  1. Queen of All Ears

  2. Spiritual State

  3. Modal Soul

  4. Love Supreme

  5. Meditations

  6. Live in Birdland - Coltrane

  7. Platform - Holly Herndon

  8. Sometimes I Sit and Think and Sometimes I Just Sit

  9. Building nothing out of something

  10. Lonesome crowded west

  11. Everywhere and his nasty parlor tricks

  12. The Moon and Antarctica

  13. Good news for people who love bad news 

  14. This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about

  15. The fruit that ate itself

  16. Feels

  17. Merriweather post pavilion

  18. Strawberry jam , sung tongs, probably most Animal Collective

  19. Team boo

  20. Bring it back  ... And all mates of states

  21. In the aeroplane over the sea

  22. On avery island

  23. Remember that I love you

  24. Thunder thighs

  25. Adventures of ghost horse and stillborn

  26. La Maison de Mon Reve

  27. Noah's ark

  28. Grey oceans

  29. Blazing arrow

  30. The Craft

  31. Nia

  32. The way out

  33. Thought for food

  34. Lemon of pink

  35. Lost and safe    [ and most of the Books ]

  36. Funeral

  37. Barbed wire kisses

  38. Surrender

  39. Give up

  40. The Sunlandic twins ,  and all previous of Montreal

  41. The knife

  42. Deep cuts

  43. Silent shout

  44. Clap your hands say yeah

  45. Fashion nugget

  46. Motorcade of generosity

  47. Comfort eagle

  48. 69 love songs

  49. Garfield

  50. Minor love

  51. The strokes

  52. Room on fire

  53. The white stripes

  54. De stijl

  55. White blood cells

  56. Elephant

  57. Get behind me, Satan

  58. This is happening ! !!! !

  59. Big science

  60. Yellow house

  61. Oh inverted world

  62. Demon Days    [ probably some other Gorillaz ]

  63. Apologies to the queen Mary

  64. In case we die

  65. Paparazzi lightning

  66. Delete Delete I eat meat

  67. I'm wide awake, it's morning

  68. West

  69. Grapefruit Clouds

  70. Paint the Sky with Stars

  71. Shepherd Moons

  72. Daily Ever Dawning

  73. The Low End theory

  74. Hello nasty

  75. Methlehem

  76. Acapulco

  77. Dan marino: important message

  78. Let's get a tan

  79. Yankee hotel foxtrot

  80. Odelay

  81. Mellow Gold

  82. Abbey road

  83. Let it be

  84. Sgt. pepper's lonely hearts club band

  85. Revolver

  86. Rubber Soul

  87. The white album

  88. The Love Supreme

  89. Meditations

  90. Carrie and Lowell

  91. Lost in Translation soundtrack

  92. Song from the Bardo

  93. Banga

  94. Perfect Vision Triptych

  95. Zammuto

  96. The Beginning Stages of . . .

  97. Is This It?

  98. Room on Fire

  99.  everything wants to be used for what it was made for

  100. Ram

  101. Born to Run  [ and maybe the next most famous Bruce ]

  102. Hot fuss

  103. The best adam green ,  Garfield or Minor Love maybe

  104. teaser and the firecat

  105. It's the ones who have cracked that the light shines through   [ and some other Jeffrey Lewis ]

  106. Probably most of Leonard Cohen

  107. And John Lennon

  108. In Glendale

  109. Five Years of Fireworks

  110. Fade

  111. Cannonballs, Cannonballs

  112. The Cars

  113. Plans

  114. Once

  115. Shepherd in a Sheepskin Vest  [and most Bill Callahan and Smog ]

  116. Summer Is Gone

  117. Earth into Aether

  118. Nightly Never Ending     [ and most Bill Baird and Sunset ]

  119. Let Go          ( avriL)

  120. Soviet Kitsch

  121. Begin to Hope

  122. Californication

  123. By the Way

  124. All   McCarthy  Trenching  s

  125. and then nothing turned itself inside-out









Wednesday, February 4, 2015


It's close to midnight. I am sitting in the business center of the Arts at Turtle Creek. I am alone.

I want to know myself... again, if I ever did.

I am shivering a little, half from cold, half from nerves.

I was scrolling thru facebook on my phone, laying on my bed.

I felt like hearing Will Is My Friend, so played it on youtube on my phone. It's still very beautiful.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to express myself. I wanted to be myself. I put on khaki pants and blue flip flips and took Patrick's apartment key and walked here while the song played. I thought of someone seeing me and hearing the song... something about hipsters... It's such a useless phenomenon. The word.

I listened to KVRX on the way home from work tonight. The program was Souvlaki Space Station. They play Shoegaze and dream pop. I liked the last song. I sat in the car and listened to it all. I opened the moon roof and looked at the cloudy lit up night sky and the tree.

Patrick came home with ingredients for sub sandwiches. We prepared and ate. I was cutting bread and cut into my left index finger about a quarter inch. It took at least fifteen seconds for it to start bleeding. It was a clean cut. I put a band aid on which is still on. Pat put on Curb Your Enthusiasm season 3 I think. He asked Bridgett if it was okay. She ate with us. Pat and I shared a can of Amy's split pea soup.

Before they got home, I was listening to my iRiver recording, Something I'm Not. I wanted to hear "Scary Parts of the World". I listened to it and "Do You Wanna.." I imagined it being widely heard, being known as Gregury Wredburg, and Chris Gethard listening to it. I would label it as Indoors Outsider Art.

It's eight after midnight.

I have been very lazy. I was off for 4 days in a row before today. I feel like I lost myself a little somehow. I just put on Passing Through by Leonard Cohen. There was nothing on before.

This morning I did not do laundry. I watched Dodger play Life is Strange parts 1 through 3.

Yesterday was insane too...

I woke at Mom's house in the morning.


I watched La Vie de Boheme again, because I missed a lot my first try.


Aaron texted me back. He mentioned a movie he was devastated by, "Les Bonnes Femmes"


The band is Languis... that's languish without an 'h'.


There is something about Saturday Night Live.


I am listening to a song called "touch a cloud"


Here I go tripllee spaccing.


Im sac4red bye











Monday, January 12, 2015

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


Saturday, January 3, 2015

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









Sunday, December 28, 2014

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




Friday, December 26, 2014

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.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

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.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

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

Thursday, November 27, 2014

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.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

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.

Monday, November 24, 2014

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.