I dont feel like writing now

Greg

I dont feel like writing now…….. hmph…… whatever. Maybe since i’m a “writer” i should write………. well, who the hell ever said i was a good writer…..?….. right. anywho… if i’m gonna write somethin’, it may as well be somethin’ that people can relate to….. ever had that feeling when you can’t understand why you feel like sleeping all day, and all night?……. hmm. Too much to worry about sometimes……. too much shit. Too much social stress, financial stress……. i don’t normaly get stressed…… hmm.

Well, if you think that everything happens for a reason, then you’re a very optimistic person… and if you don’t, then you’ve probably realized that this world isn’t fair at all……. oh, well…….. what can you do?…… your best?….. well sometimes that ain’t good enough……… but, hey……… you can’t worry about eveything that goes down……… worrying don’t never help none…….

Don’t worry about it………… it’ll probably never happen.

…….do i need a subject?

Greg

Why does life throw all this shit at us at once?…… It’s so hard to keep up sometimes. All these swirling emotions, stresses, obligations, opportunities…….. . … . …whatever. That always works for me……….. …. ……you know……. whatever.

If you’ve ever stopped and said to yourself “it doesn’t matter”……and meant it… then you know what i mean. Too much shit goin’ down to worry about it all. Gotta just let it fly…… Some would say I’m too easy going and irresposible…..

……………. whatever.

oooh, my belly

Greg

Oh my god I’m hungry…. I dont have a home…. dont have a fridge… dont have food………. i need a home…. need a fridge…. and i NEED SOME GODDAMNED FOOD!!!….. ooohh, my belly…

hey kids, this is my life.

triangular vastness

Greg

wes is an awsome guitarist!

why does Much always play CRAP music!!!

i’m just waiting for RAW to come on…. i don’t wanna see this god-awfully-terrible-bulshit……

music should come from the heart and soul of a human… not the results of a survey for society.

lookin; forward to the weekend!!!

fri: wes, ken, and me…. then LYME!..

sat: MARS ViOLET!….

sun:n drum jam

my girl

Greg

my girl, my girl, don’t lie to me……… tell me where did you sleep last night?…..

…….. i don’t fuckin’ care!………………..

I’m wet, pissed off……. and jealous……. so fuck you

the last leftover meal

Greg

i have a green barette in my hair. i’ve got a green happy face tattooed to myscalp. i;m sick of listening to people complaining but that’s just because i have too much to complain about myself and have no one to complain to. i like chocolate a lot. i’m breaking down.

one day you said everything was just right. i don’t see how it changed over night. one day you said everything was so strong. WELL IT’S NOT.

it’s been wrong all along.

quit fuckin with my shit.

he’s looming over me……. evil eyed pierced as if to accompany the other in tragic overflowing nicety.

Back in town

Greg

……..It’s good to be back in my town, and my Country. Everything’s pretty much the same as when we left, with a few minor changes……. but those always happen.

Since I’ve been back here staying with Ryan we’ve had a crazy time!…. He, Wes and I haven’t stopped drinking for a week…… that’s never good….. Oh, well…..

…..hey!, today I realized how much I appreciate this girl who works next door to Starbucks……. them waitresses work too hard, you gotta love ‘em!

~gReG~