Grafitti Mural West 7th Street and Interstate Highway 35

Sleep on clouds, toes dangle on the fish scale

Something in the Future

1. Fire Fights
2. Conscious Boatrise
3. Yum Amplifier
4. Gunshell Apparatus
5. Dire Need in the Past
6. Something in the Future
7. Mousetrap Forest

Can you guess what I photographed?

- A constellation? 

 That's what thought it resembles. It's dawn through trees and the bottom left light is a computer. 

Joe pera down here 

I'm fascinated by the backs of the heads of the audience..... their i didn't, or for got i do k not k now

.......

Serious 

For your benefits

Sirius for

Your Benefits

My money made Your mink stole

Into God's Child's hole

God's Child's Soul's Holes.

There is nothing good here

so we are all leaving at once

Jumping into the air.

It is a big day.

The sun is hiding on the sky.

We are dancing inside our bones, nerves and muscles.

There are

New ways 

To live.

You haven't 

heard about them.

They are 

Older 

Than you.

 Hi! Perfect Vibes to make 

A white room, another floor, 15 ft ceiling, sliding glass door, a simple camera, fake soft lens, light from the Sun, no matter when

Maybe I don't need to do anything

Maybe something will be better.

The 183 Access Road, North at 8.55 a.m.

Democracy of incoming hatred

Idyllic minorities

Uncommon knowledge

Qualms about delivering Food for a living

The end of time would be all things

trying to resist

I am basically afraid   and dead.

Or just driving to help my brother paint his old mobile home... the 183 access road, north at 8.55 a.m.

Crying in pure joy grace intellect illumination 

List nin to ....

https://youtu.be/N0Fy6L-Cw1s

 I was born in celsius

I was born on the radio station

You can be next to this boat

You can deliver this next boat in your womb again

I got all my

Eggs with you girl

I love to fail at my life

Not Realistic

 

 Put on the hoodie. 

Black paisley 

That will make me okay.

I will fall back asleep in a bed.

At night

Life and time fast is faster 

On the internet 

- -

On the edge

 in seconds of rearranging and the other are in proper white tennis attire supervising us closely and far away from in front of the house cycle of a bulbs that is the way they like it to be a lone soldier sailor and the other Ladies cut the price for a few seconds and they were not going on a sweet mouth and a half Korean Face is my face with a cloudy of my favourite looking at me like this morning in the morning I was insanely and was not even more intensely in my life and I will not be insane for it is about me and I will not be able for a long as this will take longer to complete celibate but please. 

- predicted

You can always be okay

There is another sentence 

I forgot to remember 

and I want to write 

I need to write it.

Learning is ultimately getting closer to God.

Want to learn the truth about God

The Milks

 

I'm actually happy.

Ha ha.

Yes, after gulping through a glass of wine In the morning.

I think to myself and say to myself, I actually am happy about my life and all the stupid things I do all the time.

I want to eat the dog hank.

I don't actually Want to eat him. It's just practical. Why would I not eat him?

It is morally correct to Try to sustain my health.

To stay alive and I eat meats and vegetables.

The end.

She Gave Me a Locket That Said

What am I supposed

To do? I think I

Might want to understand.

A bluebell falls off the spacestation next to the moon of Earth,

and we catch it with our device that looks like an inside out umbrella.

We took it down the gravel boulder path to the research hut.

We open our scalpels and dissect the thing that we are and we are inside out.

We are looking at the open wound of humanity's gay goblin.

She made it a weatherproof vinyl sticker for a rear windshield.

And I open the lips of the blue baby bell that grabbed the liquid from the oxygen parameter that she blew up in her atom of her finger nail.

It was eleven billion trillion numbers and I gave it all up for a bottle of triangle suicide.

I gained a liquid faction that I wind up on my left index finger.

It makes the blood seem like a blue and red extravagant travesty.

And we swept it with a mop and bloodied the floor and the wall and the ceiling.

She made a little grain of salt into the whole meaning of the universe.

I cannot explain why I just absolutely cannot explain what is going wrong with the extracurricular universe of human understanding and trial and error and more errors that can be summed up in one sentence for a ex convict that rode his bike into the courthouse with a bomb attached to his forehead.

He grows up lonely in a prison cell. I grabbed his neck with my little shells on my pinky fingers.

Every day was moment to behold. She gave me a locket which read, Do not wait for me when you are dead.

https://youtu.be/fOYktlJec0U

https://youtu.be/J4AxrWrzyAo

 

 

Don't care if you're

Still walkin' to Church with Me

Dim sum, ill fate

Kielbasa wasabi

Evening, I am

Always awake for you.

 

 

Honey for sale

Don't mistake our sweetness.

The property value of unearnest hymnals

In twilight hiking

Between the towering majestic dying sunflowers

Mabel Davis Park, July 15th, two thousand twenty three a.d.

This is a poem to get me well.

Can I be a happy person can I be kinder than I used to be.

I want to be walking through the park always. It is just about sunset and I want to be near the sunrise nearer to God.

In termediate States

At my juncture I can really feel the slippery minerals slicing my eyelids horizontally

Is back talking washing women wanna bes walking appropriately northerly

A straight line to heaven he makes my days and my nights

 I will do it for Everyone forever.

I'm so quiet. I'm so alternative. I'm so keen on you. (still)

20230712_114541.mp4

Plus I got no money left in my house.

I gotta live like a cancer patient [a little lack of cancer patient]

eatin' lots of vegetables and reimagining my station in life.

It's like a pineapple cream pie.

I was born in a Jewish jail.

I got sent to American Hell.

I can find a way out now.

It becomes like a game of puzzles

eating my fingers with big old teeth.

I'm a wreath on the Christmas tree

a Jesus figure when he was dying.

I float down on his neck and shoulders

eating lots of baby skin.

I began to eat a baby snake.

Crawling up the tree I did make an earthquake,

but he forgave with his mighty broad sword.

He forgot that I am not him.

I grew up with a candy boy.

He drove my car to the land of joy.

We swam in it and broke our vows.

Every moment we thought we were giving birth to baby cows.

No one thought we were there at all.

We all became each other's falls.

I was a triforce, when he caught my tangibles in order.

https://youtu.be/cfw4lP5ELmI

Polyte relinquishing

Look at her dog, cause you blo-up

Uncle Yucca can't see looking

Loma I relapse

Polly headed out on foot from her front room to the kiosk on the corner.

 I always wanted to just do random boring meaningless shit

Boring, stupid, pointless 

Makes my mouth smile 

Brightly

 Thanks for sharing this Gregory. Makes me happy to read it. Sending you good wishes in Bastrop from all of us in Essex. 

Kristin

Sent from my iPhone

On Feb 17, 2022, at 1:15 PM, Gregory Wredberg <gregwredberg@hotmail.com> wrote:

"Poem"

Hello, Kristin,

You reading this would amaze me. I appreciate very much everything you and your family and fellow farmers do. I am in Bastrop, TX. I would love to visit Essex soon though.

Anyway, I just found this poem I wrote and wondered if you or anyone would want to read it.

Thanks {:

- Gregory Wredberg

Here it's ['tis].:

Friday, September 10, 2021

The Far Arm

 

like a farm 

an 80 pound brown dog , part pit

a puffy beige upholstered chair

dirt filled driveways

black and white goats

2 hours to Montreal

wet winter weather

shiny black rubber boots

4 year old eyeballs

new pink tee shirt

880 tons of organic corn

heir looms

loose cotton pants

light blue air

dead rotting racoons

spring breath

butter tongues

aging laughs

The End

some thing like that

https://oakygo.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-far-arm.html

The Far Arm   like a farm  an 80 pound brown dog , part pit a puffy beige upholstered chair dirt filled driveways black and white goats 2 hours to Montr... oakygo.blogspot.com

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Thanks for these words Gregory. It means a lot to know someone else feels these complicated feelings. Here’s to summer! 

All the best 

Kristin 

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On Jun 25, 2022, at 4:54 PM, Gregory Wredberg <gregwredberg@hotmail.com> wrote:

"Hi again and Thank You"

I want to thank you, deeply, Kristin, for the farm note entitled Strawberries. I almost came to tears. I am conflicted, alternately (simultaneously?) pessimistic and optimistic - hopeful, faithful - about the future of farming. You give me more hope though, thanks [=.

More than ever I wish to visit you all at Essex Farm. -- Texas is feelin' a scorchin' year... --

I thank you immensely for reading { :

Peace and Love

- Gregory Wredberg

Kind words! And I think your friend is right. Thanks for your note and here’s to attention- 

Kristin 

Sent from my iPhone

On Oct 24, 2022, at 5:43 PM, Gregory Wredberg <gregwredberg@hotmail.com> wrote:

"Larger scale" 

Your latest note struck me. I marveled at your attention to detail, your thoroughness, your astute analyses. We all need to get out and pay attention more, especially to Nature and the fundamentals of modern human life, quality living. My best friend Aaron Mundine told me recently that most problems could be overcome or avoided if people just pay attention, most of all to themselves... I thank you for sounding my philosophising...

Anyway, another a beautiful note. Thanks for everything you give. I believe you're invaluable to the progress of farming and food systems. 

a better way of Life

Sincerely,

Gregory Wredberg

Enjoy the Cold {:

{ 7 - 1 - 2023, 4:08 pm }

"Next April"

Greetings there,

I am preparing for a big life change. Even if this is far away, I hope I can help and join the Essex farm community next April. I'm most interested in belonging to the Plant Team. (I need to uproot my self and get Back to Earth (: 

...maybe next winter I will need help finding a place to sleep there in Spring. Just a place for my tent would be good too....

Thank you for your Understanding, Kristin. I extend my hand as well to Mark.

Love,

Gregory 

La Doña Francesa

 Hubcap tin foil,

so bloddy calm now.

The thing you think about

when you sleep in your own thumb

The thing you think about 

when you think in your own tongue 

Dolando dream

Taken by the arm and shoulder in the pleasant pulling riptide rolling surf

Puny parties in an old grocery store

Writing, confusing languages

We are in love.

Reddy White Wine Dyin

Takes

More time to be White, 

When you're livin in a sunny spot.

I could die i should die 

More reasons to die

A couple to live.

I'm a preacher prostitute. 

Got a lot 

Got a Lot.