Burnt onion on tupware lid that look like tree

 

Force Me into Philanthropy

 I walk the long way home through the parking lot around apartment buildings,

Trees, loose dirts, landscaping stones, and ' o my God, this feels just like a fuckin late-twentieth century, Americana fairy tale.

Maybe David Foster Wallace '

This could be a community college or a state college.

Is it, am i tha Fall? or the dead of Summer?

Why Would [thEewordforeverything] Feel New Again? 

I feel so strange.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cv4q59_tcgO/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

I was born december eighteenth, nineteen hundred eighty nine. 

This is so Strange. 

Poverty 

Usses, , , ,  Bonsai Garden of Texas https://g.co/kgs/o3Yk9w

The Hwy 71.......

I probably been down this road 1,600 times.

This is my favourite place :

.

Another area angle

Sunstitute

Hi llo , Weirold ,

Come everything The Face

Then I resuscitate 

Blank stare Envelope

Re members tracksuit doorway

321 bills coalesce .

I am engineering

Your own Engagement. 

The impossible Statistics 

Marry Us, institutionalizations .

Beg the begging

In forested streets .

Unbecoming, classic Ali

Brushstrokes deftly immortalize

UnMistaken 

Programming

Lupe

Dense.

There can be a comma on either side of everything 

Ventilation perforated sophets - : :

African emasculated. ...

Bree Guy

Know you on the telephone TV

Patrick Blackman cleans houses and homes.

Here in me now.

..

Cloaksoaked Blood Whore

 I'm not all or nothing.

 i'm all Or everything

I don't just think, ' first draft, best draft,

Or first thought, best thought.'

But something else

I just wanted to record my stream of thoughts

A documentary 

An honest impression of consciousness in English....

 

The Endless Organ

    Milt Sat on his chair against the living room wall Facing the eastern window and thought He didn't know if he was a boy or a girl.

The drapes were eight feet long like two female wedding dresses.

The light from outside was Four something p. m.

They were suburbans but not deadly.

There were twin peaks and astro turf lake beds.

Welcome Ben

 It's just a great day to be nothing.

Be my voice.

Gentle ben was the name of a person, a bear.

He was been a good former angel.

Welcome on all fours in the meaty forest,

 Walking is the word to be supplanted.

Plants as tall as trees, the overgro(wn)evergreen red oaks.

Ben plants with his paws in the dirty soil ground.

When shade is mighty, the light is brighter.

Golden Suns

The End ...?

I was good-looking wind and tunnels.

Brown

    In 1695, The earth revealed a surprising Thing.

Made of matter and energy, It popped up through the plainest dirt imaginable.

Today that land is usually called Massachusetts, a western part.

Only 2 people know about The Thing, which can be called an object and is similar to many items You may be familiar with, and stop.

Corla Weatherman laid Telegraph wires, in 1798.

She was born in the virginia colony on the beach in 1701, March 2nd, 33 minutes after Sunrise.

She introduced you to the subject in eighteen hundred ninety, April first, 7 0h 6 p. m.

The subject was the object was the thing.

hhah, That was a good sentence

         Part two the story

There is a point to the story.

Semititles

Otter Bones

A Soul Full of Watermelons

Gregory's Best Brunch

Uncles Are Full Lever

When Sirens Go Quiet

Blood on South Merrimack

Quilted Baby Hair

Cotton Sprout

Turquoise in the Iron

Railroad House Ashley

The Beautiful Lung

After Sports School

Gold Plank

The Undersea Sky 

 a richer cowboy immediately

Indefinite article 

Comparative adjective 

Compound noun

Adverb

Arci Icca

If richer had been crazier ,

Back Out into the World

 Put the beer ontop of the television set.

I don't have the next line yet.

Maybe never was a person who collects,

Colle-c-t-s letters in a row in alphabets.

I could try to be someone.

The party will always go on too long.

Frogs on the balcony, the furniture is dry.

I wonder why we have yet to ask why.

The sky is dark in the city.

The sun will ask is it still a pity.

I am rhyming like a sreally sreally sreally slow rap song. 

Blood in my body boils off the bong.

She fell through the ceiling, because she weighed too much money in her mind.

She was skinny as a toothpick stuck in her gum line.

I cried at the atmosphere stadium controlling human brain function, 

So you pull the plug.

I was not a guy named Doug,

But my middle name is Douglas

Where can I find and refill for my water cup?

Now here goes nothin' back out into the world

 cup.

The Blank Habit

If I could afford

The           Habit

If it would try it's

Starting to feel

Affability

The Garden of It Owns.

 Amisare1Waswere

0 seconds ago

How can anyone not know the name of Adele's backing band of sitar-playing nine-year-olds is The Famous Meat Muffins?

- two guys talking about lettuce 

Beacon of Sacrificial Benevolent Darkness

                      Wub

Instant Artifact Land

For each permanent, its owner creates a token that is a copy of it.

This enters the battlefield tapped.

T: Add colorless.

Later in time

Make one word into two

Two into One

.

A gatherer of knowledge sits reclining as a painting on an expensive wall.

'A guy they were acknowledged'

I messed it up because.

You erase and scrub out with diametric Molecular laser instruments. Scrap scrape Beacon of Sacrificial Benevolent Darkness

Monkey fingers I contracted cuticle

The keratin of the nail and the screw keep us together keep it together

You have a good character.      He waits and walks.

Money equals time.          Gardens, equal Bliss.

Samsara nirvana

Samantha reading a book in heaven

Demonism

 It's only good to demonized demon behavior

And demons

.

 I just had a nice idea about eternity.

I also had half of a weed gummy so that helps.

Especially when we're uncomfortable or worse, time seems to stretch or does stretch.

Time dilation liken that movie, with matthew interstellar?

Our options run out as we get older. We become who we are and when you're at the end-of-life, there is zero time and it stretches forever.

And that's who you are.

Also I want to believe that the universe is infinite. Or there are infinite universities in space.

And there is no smallest part of all  (particle); they keep  [ithank you (-where'd this come from?]   getting smaller. (

:

Art about Science

 [Oppenheimer at 14:00 (2pm),,,Self,,, South park meadows with BarbaraHarrisandGregoryWredberg]

Later in time

Make one word into two

Two into One

.

A gatherer of knowledge sits reclining as a painting on an expensive wall.

'A guy they were acknowledged'

I messed it up because.

You erase and scrub out with diametric Molecular laser instruments. Scrap scrape Beacon of Sacrificial Benevolent Darkness

Monkey fingers I contracted cuticle

The keratin of the nail and the screw keep us together keep it together

You have a good character

He waits and walks.

Money equals time.

Gardens, equal Bliss.

Samsara nirvana

Samantha reading a book in heaven

Samsung

Contribute

Charity

. . .

Trinity

Jesus

Mary.

From https://ego-youthful.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-long-day.html?m=1

 "I don't have to share my life" - Mom

"all the local animals are living and dying there" - Mom

Volunteer!

 Ana Mei,

Well, it sounds like a fun Night Mare....

Paradoxical Life Alone

Life Alert

Warning sign, T-shirt 

Forrest Gump, happy face

Are u retarded? 

Joppenheimy

Life is a persin lookin' out for each other 

I can over eat caffeine. 

I cannot cry about anything else today or tonight. 

I will be 

A public scene 

At local library. 

[ I did cry a bit.

I thought of volunteering 

At a food bank

Like my ma.

Loop beyound a secret hole ....

Lop off car ash rue ...

LP is on, turntables blow out

Syncopating Health scares ..

Don't wanna ruin your web,

Reverse your work,

Worse for where.

You're right. 

Maybe I can do things more worthy there.

You know why I need to go every morning.

Slap the back of my jeans.

A Thing about the Things

Low moss sticks like I wish, morning,

Evening, biophilia ... good kind ....

Misty Wales, I shakes off dew drops,

Then arbitrarily connect palm and tree,

A Giant inland Beech, farther from

Texas dead folks and mum.

Back in my shiny cobalt Toyota, I

Tear up my funny face and cry out

Of joy to this quick silver heaven.

When I can, I will reconnect.

The phones are off

Look, We Are It -- Go

Look at us go --

Look at us tryin' to find a new thing to do --

I never saw a horse bigger than myself

Walkin' through the wild grasses.

Black and Tan watching the world burn 

Alive in Sunshine,

Dopes sicken Gusts of winners

Colder than Summer's backside on the other side of the mountain...

The shield of glass covers the verticality of the simple human configuration.

Engineered blueprints for taco bell toilets

we(i)ll come back to a progressive pamphlet.

So just you wait on a longer sunday than ever before

Wait and see nothing you can

It is not on a screen

It is not in your mind

Someday soon it will find you and always.

 Absurd Absurdity 

Are you still my wife? 

Some times I say 'Twas

Even just thinking to myself 

I like to think differently 

B cuz much shit is pure shit (:

 I am four forty one point five pound girls smashed together

I wish I had a list of detailed details about my anatomy

Like a doctor's office and a nurse's office

The moon squiggles on the squishy fomi ceilings

At four am at night

Little doctor boy draws with his maroon colored pencil

There is no blue inside the mind or the sky

We don't try but we try again

The Present Future

 I don't want to see the sunset.

Is that the present or the future?

I can see myself ...

I don't want to see that mess on the floor.

Or table

Where do you see yourself?

I want to see the sun set.

 Long time ago, a guy said something like the best thing to do for Earth or the environment

Is to kill yourself. Then there will be more for the rest

The rest of life

..

I was a bit surprised. 

Another thought, and here comes. ....

People have not sufficiently solved how to live good enough lives, to take care of each other and ourselves. 

Maybe then there are too many people to care for, get in the way, our own way. 

Don't 

Kill as many people as you lovingly can 

Reduce that Sufferin'

And take beautiful care of all else

The Leftover 

Our After Life

Begin

The End

I Am So Afraid of Talking to You, It's All I Wanna Do

 Why do some women boggle my mind?

I want to say to them, you seem too perfect.

How can someone be so beautiful

Intelligent, caring, loving and kind?

I suppose I do know somewhere back there:

It's like john green's looking for alaska or paper towns.

I do not imagine complexly enough.could br

I make humans into Myths. 

Intimate

Of course readily I fantasize as much as I can.

Myth by Beach House

david letter man

I could be real

Too.

There we have You. - There you have it.

I see the lottery ticket in my big bright blue backpack.

I say or think I hope I win. I hope To god I escape this hell

[: knome sain? 

(:

OK, u do

So, Beautiful ....

Think about the waves where we live;

Think about the waves falling

From the sky.

This guy!

A 2penny

 

Lyrix:

Fuck the people who live with me.

Life is not worth a 2penny . . ?

Dear Diary,

 May we all rest in p.

Be b b b b b b

be

 Here's a palm about rain

And the plane things human People say:

Speech and talk, waiting all day,

Rooms and dreams and rains on plains.

The hearing is the best to Stay.

 Tuesday

Can we be happy now?

- - bill wurtz

A Crazy connections to everyone everything.

 Lakehead HSN SC has sc i envy 6

Xfphckglhdivmvohd0ukharrpfiitwll b b do

y

.

Pop Bow Blow Plough Bop

 Gleaning learning gravity stacks

5th song by Billy Whenheis

connectivitycheck.gstatic.com

Speech to Text, Hi on English Breakfast....

 T

Wonder what the wild woman?

Plus low blood i'm up what when I died though

Cancer award I am in love with the chinese hamster wheel

Push my diamonds into the rough and plus my cancer with the bluff

I'm a true weekend man the bluffs are high and craggly blind me

What is a wow my mind I don't know if I fly

The ending is a bargaining organizer but i'm no lo fun and I don't jump and I can't find the number to palerno my daughter banana gapata madopa valley middle school, it's not just a sound of a song

Sorry

Sigh

[This is so much better than I can expect] 

 She's got it.

She's got it out.

She's got it all out.

For me

D e e

Thanks for remembering

 I am feeling a vibration maybe a new state of existence

Queen of evil controlling evil believing evil

Deleting evil

Quit the destruction of Weevils.

Little-known apocalyptic history of the under-appreciated region, Under the weather for centuries, Maps which make less common sense.

Geographical socio-economical emotional

... email but i'm a girl ...?

The what she said

Make more Love to a-what They said,

The End! 

 Doing new things for old things. 

Our plastics can handle this 

Re accessing the life of my dream 

Being an absurd dramedy who was my family.

Cowboys and state and local parks

The weather could be good or just o k enough.

Practice for the meeting of too many souls [songs]

Who are the Souls [owlslove] of people we may want to know....

 What exactly are you doing 

I'm imagining your imagination 

Lo

 

What Do You Think of My Poem?

Burning wisdom

If I had a book, I would be blessed with my eyes and the light that reaches through my pupils once a day or even twice in my life.

A chocolatier placed the soul of his foot on the wet dark wooden floor board.

In keeping with time either thirty or forty years ago.

My mind may wander to you and your silky dark hair and the inside of a night time on the other side of the universal word for a place in space.

It is written and it is read, and the pens and pencils and papers will go both ways to retract or enact the possum

Eating on the side of a road which is half busy and half not

But the guy who is very good and never the best

We all make what we can of our things

Looking forward to the simple plan of the friend under home holy god

Hope,

Wise fire

To be the Interiority of the future of yourself.

[Partly inspired by Joe Pera Talks with You, I just rewatched Joe Pera Gives You Piano Lessons and searched for info on the song In the Dining Room and browsed the Joe Pera subreddit.] The end and Good Night 

Near God's Thumbprint

 

Poem Written Creatively

I wish I were a diet slinky. 

Maybe Monday will turn the girl I know once.

Press releases begin sentences and

The next line will complete them me.

Maybe stronger people are not little tvs.

Because walking on walls takes me back.

Lightning bolts and her bigger muscles.

Quintessentially quaint. pirate Pyrite . . .

Watch joe para talks with you :

I am the Sun which delivers home and baked son. /

 

 Just wait.

Just don't.

Just abstain. 

....

Just understand

Just i'm staying.

 There can be a waiting.

Do you have what we are?

Do you know how far you go

As I step out my front door, I ask,

" Does anyone know me?"

quietly supposing I have no where to go,

 quickly rearranging my idea of snow.

Is this is is this is

?

is this is is this is

Oooh. 

Never Gets Old

 What was it?

- Never gets old

We can't know anyone's experience 

Of time, eternity 

Do we ever go?

What is it?

Bob Earnham

 Bo-b Urn Ham

 And more slowly, I hope to be even more boring, predictable, nice and slow, everyday daily bliss upto infinite nothingness 🙂 bye thanks gooday.

- my fb comment on a meme with the dude

 Why are you having a Dream where you cannot sleep?

My life is always as it seems.

Do you have more money than me?

Can I have some money please?

Money is for anyone to get ahead or behind someone else's life and time.

I get behind you and lift you up into the Sunny Sky

Anything Is Too Much

 Is it?

A Galaxy with Zero Stars

? title

Ha, also sounds like a rating.

Making, from nothing god thoughts bodies and real spacetime energy

 This is a very important album to me and for many 

https://grandbuffet.bandcamp.com/album/five-years-of-fireworks

It is beautiful impressive very weird and fun

Here, a very short poem to pretend to be my thoughts and feelings about everything. I've experienced sofa.. So far.:

Need Fire

Free Beef

] the end [ and more

I [ had a lot of Mind altered altering Chemistry decedents 

and too little sleep Resently.

I'm coffee

]

Altar to Scientists doing okay work once in blue moons ---

human hearts essplode

For Scientists treat some people well

When time always forgets then they can find memory in History and evidence data

I make incoherent 

Blasé acceptable , zzz

--- Blinding glory of a jagged stony candle burning grotto under 

Ancient Oak

Fluids grass, growing up to be glowing Pubescent glorified-rainbow nuclear waste

Thank God

Nullify. 

Dreams

So to you, Fall's beginning is Summer losing the tightness of its integrity.

I was at a very casual outdoor lunch and a semi small town, pretty green place and day. A lot of tables in a line, Different people, rural, southern. To guys sat in a big truck next to me looking at a T v in front of me. I was supposed to be the new priest for this parish. Another clear gym in [ Clergyman] sat at a table near me, Said something about not wanting to go to France, seemed friendly. I wore overalls. [I war girls]

Macron and Trudeau debate.

He takes him and his words and himself too literally and too seriously.

In Justice, 

A girl in a large modern building a large conference or waiting room was going crazy whispered to me to meet her in the bathroom, stall 2, in 2 hours. I hung my head covered my face with my hands, she giggled. I said instead we meet in 2 hours and 2 days, Thursday 

 There was no Ending

No thinking about what I wanted

Smiley face

I get happier for no reasons.

Outside when the sun is high and the light bounces off the ground and the buildings and the parking places and other thing things And the things we do with each other and ourselves never really knowing

The end

 I fucked up, so sad so sorry

I fucked up for ten years straight; my whole adult life is a big mistake.

 Hi, Stacy, I'm feeling a bit desperate. I need help. I hope we can make something work. I am hopeful and excited about group., thank You. -gregorg

 Half as bright and orange please

It is not dawn.

E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G

Elegant volume encourages real Youths, tirading healers

Infactily nearer God.

Gun notice

I happen

Things yonder

Remember everything 

Viscerally Eponymous 

I just must do everything, there's no other options 

Everything is so Nice 

Life Is so nice 

Life Is so stupid 

80 seconds Later 

I don't like Myself.

I'll try I'll try I'll try I'll Try

That was pretty substantial -ellipses-

alcoholism. 

The Trinity

In my own mind I find all of my cell/[selves have 

Rerranged the time . . . .

I Fand

Aglen [[angel] ,,, aglade, watery dis appearing 

Glencan yon 

        [I read the New Yorker 2years ago , or so 

Palm fronds

Fern furls 

Dear Dad

God Lives

I Lie

The end. 

Eepilog :

'Life' is too Weird

We are too beautiful.

Correct in Life

Alone alone

My self in my apartment

I drink a lot of red wine some mornings and some night.

I feel good I feel better I make a bigger mistake for me.

I am thinking and singing. To who Question mark

Connected to every other human

Junk is junk is me my face

Watching youtube and po-dcasts

No thing can make Us correct in life.

No thing makes us correct in life.

I Am glad I went outside today.

It's just hotter than Hell.

Why not be more afraid? 

It's weird how similar the words afraid and scared are.

I'm sacred i'm naked 

Pot Mix 

Christmas

Everything's dying in my mind

And I love them 

and I Bury them

and I sing for them.

North West hemisphere, late december, early Winter

Do whatever

Be thinking whatsoever

Be silent. Think silent. Hear silent.

Moved

Easy honesty, honesty with no cost 

I think is what I mean

- Dearest Scooter 

 Intro

𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘

.Emily Ann Young

Ashleigh and Katherina [and J]

We walk out of the b and b at six a m, the sun is rising.

We are three and they are two females ages thirty three and twenty nine.

I am me.

We walked on the street of the town, Reminiscent of stars hollloe, population three thousand nine hundred ninety nine.

A few locals litter the landscape, perfect asphalt.

Katherina sits on a bench in the little park. We look at her as she looks toward the Eastern sun,  toward well fucking lit lowish branches of oaks and sycamores.

The light is white and we are not. But we are caucasians and the Earth is spinning. And the years go by as our species becomes a manhole cover.

https://youtu.be/c2HAHm02R1o

I love that Story.

Secondary Freedom Right

Second free write

Secondary citizens have full rights under God's plan.

There are no fucking citizens in fucking God's fucking fuck.

I am dictating a momentary monumental plan to save humanity Uhm from itself

Humans ingest their own death daily

My gGod's od is feeling so obtuse and obtrusive with his own obscure inscrutable feelings

There is no waiting. I drink so much f****** cheap, cheap, cheap red wine. And I need to f*** my own God's leather wallet purse belt. I need money every moment of God's little finger. In my Eye, socket, pupils are holes which find a way to re. Act to no one's nomenclature naming a file cabinet.

I cannot overstate how inaccurate my life has. And will always become a thing that leaves wish to be when they fall inside of the tree space.

There is no god who wants us to find out the things that we think are only mere images on the surface of a cosmic waterfall.

Bend

The end.

A free write

 It's 4.

It's already 4

How can I function just sleeping 

Highly tilted, slightly homely

Home sick for other people plus

Not only lonely Comely coming on

Speakers and listeners, bright green music

Boxes made of hillsides 

Original forest soccer champion 

Blownout scientists scandal Microsoft practise Ion beaker salinization 

Bookend potato - muscly grime vehement venereal 

Hope under deride human caricature hopeless functioning 

Specially

I burn my chair in dribbles of rain 

He coasts to France the upper West 

She can just gather very potent potentials being one in fact cancel debt police favor bacon run

Society said. 

Disconnected from Reality

My Dry Wall Bit

Normal Entity Standing for a Picture

 Ha ha I have to do this

My name is gregory Wredberg. I am thirty three and a half years old. I am lying in my bad Three thousand one hundred eleven parker Lane apartment two hundred fifty, Austin texas united states of america. I was born december eighteenth One thousand nine hundred eighty nine A d.

It is five fifteen pm. ] there is natural light ] 75 degrees Fahrenheit, mu dim room

There are typos and spelling mistakes. 

I want you to know. ] not a Grizzly Bear

Singing

There are manufactured items made by people far away on the planet Earth, bought by people close to me, plastics metals and fabric with lives of their own, waiting for someone 

And insects walking flying dying breeding feeding, all over inside and out.

Listening to this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4Afmc4m6og

ASMR - Real Person Womens Health Assessment, Gynecologist Exam (Breast, Abdomen, Pelvic) Realistic ... Siesta with Sarah

I feel really good thinking

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=z2LBfN02v7E&feature=share .... Get Got - Death Grips

and

https://youtu.be/XDwUH02DDWU

The Descendants, film trailer

Then i am all

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)

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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

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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

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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 

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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.