Stretching out these fingers, time is wasting and I’m tired of walking |
Last February, sitting at the front counter of True Art, perusing the paper, killing the day, I notice a small advert on the bottom right hand column of the very back page where all are sketchy. It de...
Posted by Greg on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 10:09:00 PST |
With the fading light from a dead year I see the past all too clear |
2007 Top One Million Things:00. Moving to Chicago00. Comadre/Graf Orlock house show July @ F. Mountain00. Broadway Calls/The Riot Before/Death Is Not Glamourous house show @ F. Mountain00. Taking acid...
Posted by Greg on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 01:35:00 PST |
There’s a sheet of paper in my pocket with a song I wrote for you. It’s crumpled and torn. |
How much blood can you drink? Mix it with sweat and beer and spread it thickly over wooden floors. Let it seep through cracks in stages and spray it on guitars and chairs. Let it tumble down mountains...
Posted by Greg on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 12:45:00 PST |
Uncertainty is an excuse for unpredictability |
Man, I thought I was the only one. Since moving here in June, I have been under the false impression that I was the very first resident of the great Golden State to mentally approve and physically und...
Posted by Greg on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 10:02:00 PST |
Lightning flashes like a copy machine strobe lights - I think I’ve read this one before. |
I had just gotten off work in the south loop. We closed early so I was biking back through the city around two AM. I was heading over to a friend's house so instead of ending my ride at my apartment, ...
Posted by Greg on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 01:58:00 PST |
Mechanisms designed for sorting are tearing through the branches with arms like spindles |
So we all know I moved to Chicago. Are we all on the same page then, that I was desperately fleeing an unhealthy inertia that had allowed me to be comfortable and happy while homeless and in a general...
Posted by Greg on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 12:49:00 PST |
Careless <- Without Cares -> Carefree: I Don't Care |
The micro-burst brought trees down in the roads, on to houses, and covering lawns. US Airways flight 291 from Las Vegas brought me down from the turbulent skies to the arid asphalt of EWR. I ran into ...
Posted by Greg on Fri, 18 May 2007 11:53:00 PST |
Stop using words as a disguise <-> disgust is a world unfelt STOP |
The list of things I'm running from is longer than the list of things I'm looking forward to. I live a life of constant enjoyment - hedonism defined - and just push all my troubles to the back burner,...
Posted by Greg on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 01:20:00 PST |
A blue lamp sits unlit; my heart stirs quietly in anticipation |
My life is off track. I am bouncing down a hill, trapped inside the crushed and careening vehicle. Every so often I come to a rock slide blocking my path, a bridge washed out by sudden bursts of rai...
Posted by Greg on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 10:22:00 PST |
Paving Stones In My Backpack: Carrying the Road We Walk |
"I went to a party last night. What sick things I saw." Makeout sessions? Yes. Bicycles messengers? Yes. Punks? Yes. Art school drop-outs? No. And you know why? Everyone at this party was fucking se...
Posted by Greg on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 07:24:00 PST |
