Greg Writes Stuff

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The Skin Burst Time Light Show Must Go On

As a child in paradise
a t-shirt
covered the Irish
pale
the burst rays
the beautiful hot nuclear love
the giver of life
and death
mutations
past the eyes ability to know
in the realm of
medicine
came a gift
of knowing
that a freckle
is just a
freckle

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

If you get a chance, head over to the galaxy to see the restored Metropolis. The movie's preachy parts about hearts mediating between hands (workers) and (head) brain scratches me with a goof. However, for a critique of capitalism, you don't get much easier to understand than Jon Federson v. Feder, his son. Throw in a few hallucinogenic scenes involving a worker set free to roam the paradise above, a body switch, a giant flood scene and you've soon got a sci-fi adventure for the ages.

Monday, May 17, 2010

one
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(edited)
twenty
I am done counting.