Have a Break. Have a Peter.

today i felt like spending all the money i earned this morning so i went to chapters and left with an orgy of books. i got the complete works of poe and the house of leaves, both which will keep me entertained for a good while. i got through the intro of house of leaves and passed out midpage to some classical music from my typical collection. it was not until i awoke (to the moonlight sonata no less) that i realized i had yet again experienced another delusion in the short period of time i had been incapacitated. it was this, among my other nightly bizarre experiences that made me decide that i need to write a book. not some pussy ass short story but a motherfucking novel. one as erratic as my train of thought that meanders along paths that never seem to converge. in order to do so however i decided that im going to write it in the 5 minutes each morning after i wake up when my mind is still in the framework of fear from the fantasies the previous evening in order to scatter details. eventually ill throw it all together and it may work or it may not. its worth a shot. pretty much im just gonna let my subconscious ride this one. maybe ill call it 'the posterboy of disfunction'. that could work.