swelling   thoughts


 forget   my   life                                     forget   my   life

fuck it ,   my  life                                    fuck it ,   my  life


    My Choices           My  Results          My   Conclusions


it just doesn't matter ,    doesn't it  ?


[ on paper ]


       The Christ will fall

our bodies open to Mystery

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31 - 5 - 2020          14:20

Hi. I've been drinking white wine, Headwaters - Chenin

Blanc, Fall Creek. I've had like 2 classes... glassses.

and a Cayman Jack Marg. And tea. I watched

Your mom's house and Dr. Drew after dark, episode 68.

Now I'm watching 2 Bears 1 Cave; it's okay. Ridiculous.

it is 8 minutes 20 seconds in. I feel like floating

Rocks, Weeds, Algae - is that PluRal? I'm a BuRble

a Planet Sink, a Goat Frog Belly Volcano Cossack

ChuRn Field Gravel Loam Exploding Eyeball Slo mo

6 Pound Pizza, Galactic Steak, Cosmic Meat Ball

, the type of meat ball... Falling head - A Human

     well...    I like Trees.

O.K.   I'll Quit.   I am nervous about Zooming with

       Soil People  tomorrow. Maybe the internet Dies..


I recycle a stout glass bottle, first Step

I Pee sitting down     " My dad is dead "

" My step dad is dead "   " Being dead must be fun "

I don't know what I'm trying to do

I don't know if I'm trying

Sorry... I look like an Antelope
 
      I wish.

Talent Slack.  Talents Lack

The Skill TRee.  I wish SharP Mind

Taking Chance, Getting Practical

under a Rock, earth worm, A 6 by 6 image

Reconscruction... 25 words tell us who

Gets by... how,  why,  now,  eternal

Process,  Progress,  Safe - Hairy - Veiny


Total ,  Toledo ,  Vassal

Polonius ,  Pink Finger ,  Soul of Lite

15:20

You Miss Me Because You Have To

Life is the Sun

Life is in the Sun


I wanna treat you to a spoon

to scoop the meaty flesh hidden

bring your lips to the party

of invisible lost travelers

chart and graphic spiking evidentially

Pool together

to prepay conic forests, light has always begun

Apple said opportunity

.   I give this to you, Wide Eye, slurp up

Instruments delight your dancing micro robe

Shields the faces of the minds that live on

To tell us, who optimize

Walking Past

Consistently waking on time to present

The New Life Awaits

Like photos.

An arrangement of our best selves

for the book, sensitive finger tips

Organ survival, a place to know

to feel pieces and the whole

for Real.

I'm a liquid gold factory

Will you fine me or fire me?

What are you doing?

You're   a   runaway   sea


    Lives   are   pockets .


Thou lower me into Your Holy Ghost Arms

Chalky Pee

whi i should woRRy

going south To Powder

poco de Rana

I knew a female astronaut

we sailed the sky for 50 days strait

She lived and breathed on the center point of my Mind

and i made her a candy cake . . . .


I have a friend, who was and knew a Girl

She makes me be Their Friends constantly


A Rowing Boat makes our minds do vehement things

A block of blue fit the perfect Housing for our Livable Technologies


We strove to preserve the Notion that we all need to die.

Meghan's Being washed off a waterfall

Fall Away Falls

My head rolls back

My eyes go to space

She says, I wish you'd not leave this soon

                  I will come back to see when you're ready, or not


You make no differences

Differences make your mind up


Steadiness Unfeld


Donation of Nature

I don't know what to do.

Let's go back.

Let's keep going back.


Bil Baird, Directions to Get Lost is really nice.

So is Earbiscuits . . . Therapy.

I was just sensing that I had a loss

i was just reading some of bill baird's little book, ' i've got these problems '


I need ti

i need to live aloen

i need to try to kil myself

and   Fail           [ not true ,  i'm not going to , i hope you don't worry too much ]


You tried to kill yourself in a very irresponsible way


it is this end


this is your friday birthday ,  a celebration but it goes away  to   no  where

You   know   where  how   and why

but you sell the  tite  wasted  toy  and  foolish   garment    and  lost   yoke   for a  cat  who   knows   porpoises   that   sing   the legends  of   the  Fall  of  Human  Kindness .

.   .   .

I  bleed  cofee.  I want a loaf of Good cheese

there are nine of us left . No, wait. There are one.

My dog ran a wide wild circle

We wait another 15 or 20 minutes


I soak the whiteness of death  with  my Self ,  it leaves loves leaks Promises


Now is Perfect

Good Bye

God are the God

Who God your God

with the God God

God God God . . .


What are these people doing? What do they think they're doing? What do they do they're thinking?


The End

On brand

On brain


Brand power

Brain power


Raisin   Brain

Drink Sugar . . . Eat Wheat

Music Festival of my name

Music fest in my name



Gorillaz

Reggie Watts

Enya

Grand Master Flash and the Furious Five   [ or Grand Buffet ]

of Montreal

Rhett and Link

Yo La Tengo


Dan Deacon
Ono, Yoko
Unknown Mortal Orchestra
George Harrison
Land of Talk  [ or Laurie Anderson ,  or Lennon ]
Arcade Fire
Sun Kil Moon

Why?

Rilo Kiley

Ella Fitzgerald

Deerhoof   [ or David Bowie ]

Boats   [ but Blackaliscious , Bill Baird and Bill Callahan ]

Elvis Perkins

Regina Spektor

Grizzly Bear

" Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) " , Redux

do doo ,  do doo dooo dooo

Hey... there's no one else around

in my Neighborhood

All the colours, sleeping in my head

As the day grows dim

We forgot all the names that we used to know

We tried to name our babies

in our parents' bedrooms

and the bedrooms of our friends

then we think of our parents

Whatever happened to them .


Our Skin gets Thicker from Livin' out in the Snow

and I'll build a Tunnel from mine to your Window


The End

Out

Good Enough to Know, Older Greg Blog

Friday, May 22, 2020

I know all we do will soon*

Be undone by starfire,

Not the Teen Titan, just the energy and entropy of the cosmos.

I wanna do all i can for the healths of our eternal minds

... The end

I like to know that there is nothing to do

That can be done

To be

I love to feel

That better is possible

But I can never know

. . . .    sam takes good care of Her faces

Toetips to Scalps to Fingertips

We Ride the Ocean. Crest and Trough.

Bodies fall from heaven. Her name was Fern. She fell on my sleeping. We woke. 

Her black hair grows wildly all around. 

Her cloud-like flesh beams light through the room. My house disappears and we begin among the vibrant purple-splashed ether, tumbling and succumbing.

Eternally we arrive.

Then we clean up as the earth returns to us.

Fern freshens herself in the bathroom. I dip in the river, clean enough. I cook some buttery mushrooms.

We laugh about some Perfection.

We Come and   Go   Light   Lee .  .   .    the end.

A few days ago i became obsessed with Arabelle Raphael... i want to type sexual fiction, because i feel horny, and i want to quit porn, i just think of bodies and pleasure too much, so here i go, maybe i'll be done soon

Love's Problem and Solution

I do not care if I love you or not .

                      You care if you love any one .

I care if any one loves me .


The End