I am Greg Rilea.
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet.
My Records
Fuck warm milk.
I'm like an earthquake,
wrapped in a hurricane,
nestled in a box of tsunamis.
Girls that will pay for my film.
Clouds glaring back in tumid silence as the doomsday horns crucify our earth modern day pied piper missionary mosquitoes, spread their communicable disease leading a nation of zombie slaves.
Super Troopers
Saving Private Ryan
The Machinist
Anything that has nothing to do with reality
James H. Bunts, Jr.