Sunday, February 27, 2022

Sorry this is not a real journal entry

 from maybe something



I drank a lot of Bacardi today, it is 1:28 [ 13:28}


I just saw a commercial for SeroVital with volume low, silent.

[ AccuWeather Celebrates

BLACK HISTORY MONTH ]

It becomes apparent, I have serious issues... with myself. It may be too obvious. 

I saw a woman in some kinda athletic underwear.

I thought, God, I want a woman, My biological clock is ex-fucking-ploding, sploding.

I think of Prostitutes in Las Vegas. My bank account

Mary Magdelene should be a prostitute.

Good Images


We Can Do Anything

I need 1000 [one tousand] times more Self Control

I drink 100 times too much alcohol


Rising Seas Threaten Tubman Historic Sites

I see a young, caring, intelligent woman on TV

Why do you have to be so beautiful?

My delusion [ every thing is for me ]

Why Are You So Beautiful?

I wonder. To myself

Sorry about my Convolution

My sorry brain and mind

Okay, We will Be.


Listening to my Spotify liked songs

Julien Baker - Souvenir

before was Jesus Wrote a Blank Check - Cake






[ lyrics ]



Sunday, February 13, 2022

12,51 . 13-2-2022

    Hi, You    

 i am having a kind of a hard time. I put on a Beethoven CD. It's on track 2, Sonata 14, Moonlight. There's a bug, bee or fly maybe. I give up thinking of catching or letting it out.      Mom left fo' Ballet about morthan an hour ago. I just bought a Powerball at Lakeline... drove 'round the 'hood. Werewolves Within is almost good. (the film) (I wanted to use 'good' to ryme wit hood.     Sorry how my letters are, and which are or are not.

Life is very difficult. As it should. I like it like this. Sorry I said it's easy. { https://youtu.be/heeGbGzZsOo } I am grateful for these hours alone. I feel too lucky.    I Love you. Good bye 4 now.





Wednesday, February 9, 2022

 I wish it were Christmas day

That fucking sausage was fucking good sausage 


Easter is more important

Rebirth

Transcend 

Ascend?

Heaven is within our will, our intention

The Mind lives on

Good night.

Love, Greg


Always 4 of Us





 Listening to the intro of https://radiopublic.com/SleepWithMe/s1!c6fb5da91cd14a1561526b73ab762bef27eb27c7

It is 4 am

I've been unable or unwilling to fall bach to sleep 

Posted twice to face book

Thinking,

Life is too hard 

I want to be a better person 



The end

I may sleep or not

I make Magics

What do we want to Do

Ending ending again...

Later

Love you

Greg.





Sunday, February 6, 2022

My Life at Home

 I am wearing gloves that say HEAD.

What am I going to eat next? Ahm, I am drinking all this alcoholic grape sugar.

O shit. My friends are still still alive here on Earth. Don't look up was pretty good. kind of fun.

We my mother and I watched Murders at Starved Rock episode 2 and Curb - Man Fights Tiny Woman, last night.

magic card magic card and more many magic cards, the image the internet

connect or disconnect

my mother is making banana bread

good night

good bye you

i love you,

-Greg



I will type again when my mom leaves for the doctors tomorrow.

the hot tub

maybe shave my pubes again

later

my love





Thursday, February 3, 2022

 Hi, sorry it's been so long.

It's predictable. I drank vodka and p not grigio and blue (orange actually) curacao. I hide from my mom. We took a walk in the bitter sweet coldness.

I looked at magic cards for about 6 hours, building a red deck. There is More... always some of us, I of course feel a bit wierd... okay.

We are about to eat crockpot chili, so good, nice, hot, health, savor yourself.

There might be some things going on.

Shapeless by Locust Toybox is like a perfect song.

In my hotel room in Giddings I heard The Lord Is Out of Control. It is one of the perfect songs.

I am so happy that I quit my job.

I need to prepare for a month travelling the United Kingdom, in the next couple weeks.

Some of us, I try again. Of course, predictably, I watched a lot of porn again, but now I will stop forever again.

I might see Aaron soon. We want to vote together on Valentines day.

here is nothing

there is no more

Now we remind

Mind us we real heal

time and free give us home love

become the yes 

try practice

yellow forgiveness

Bye.

Love you,

Talk you later.

Soon Now




Poetry is ghostly and tired of health.

You are all I want to think of. Snow washes the dove's back. The name brand snack chip, I am broke out of love. I thought I asked polite...