Going Home after 2 Weeks in Greece with My Mom

 This is the real journal. 

My mom sits to my right across the aisle, flying from Heathrow to DFW, watching the end of Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire. We guess she fell asleep last time she watched it on an airplane. Maybe she just forgot. 

I am feeling a bit crazy and extremely wistful and melancholic.

I drank Sauvignon Blanc and black tea with milk.

The are tears in my eyes. I love writing more than most things. I love actions more than objects, and more than words. But I love words so much, it's too difficult for me to comprehend. 

God and Word and Flesh 

Body in mind in soul

In God.

Three in One

All R 1

I want to fly. Like a bird.

Far away

I love clouds more than most things.

I want to fuck my lovely wife.

I want to date a young woman who attends St. Elias.

This is good enough. 

Now you know.

Bye for now.

Live, Love, 

    Gregory douglas wredberg 

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Footnote

I want to add quiet shore and that Vedic hymn metal band song to my funeral Playlist. 

My nose is runny.

Drive away dolls is pretty fun.

I bet I could live in economy class forever. With Food and nice bathrooms. 

Later homies.

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11, 9, 2024

We're in Greece at a big resort, a lot of wood and water. I see I missed a call from Jen. By a pool or waterslide I see her. She's surprising me. I don't know how she found me. She brought her mom. Mine and my brothers are there, meeting her. She seems really happy. I'm afraid she'll tell them she's a cuddle therapist. I told them she's a massage therapist. She's going to use salt water pools here as therapy with her clients.

That's all.

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