I'm Old Gregg!!

This is Gregg's place.



Ya want some Bailey's?


I do watercolors. See:



This is a self portrait; I call it "Old Gregg."

Do you love me? Are you playin' those love games with me?



I got the funk. Wanna have that funk? You see, the funk is a living thing . . .




After Bootsie and Parliament milked that shit, I found here in Black Lake . . .




He didn't want to go back to Parliament. He was . . .




Now, he can be yours . . .

funny shit . . . sorta

I found some funny shit on a website. It was a video personifying websites. I thought it was cool for a hot second then realized it wasn't all that awesome. And then I realized how much time someone spent on making that. then i felt sad. for that person. and those people who were coerced into doing that.

and then i called alice. and she reminded me how silly it was that i perpetuated that stupidity. and that she also was forced to pass on the stupidity. sadly.

on an entirely different note, i found this and posted it to my myspace in the about me (although it kinda isn't really about me):



and then, i realized that it's not about me because i'm not that pointlessly passionate. most of my passion has (what i'd imagine to be some very noble) point. the rest of my life is just indifference.

It just started to drizzle

It's been dry for a really long time. I'm sick of that.

I don't have enough inside me to make it rain, so I'll make it drizzle.

It's a start.



N is for Neville who died of ennui.