so i have decided that my next book will be a bunch of shorter stories, the surreal loosely fictitious one i started a while back i just cannot get into it again, into adding anything new other than the apocalypse, everyone dies the end. i started writing another story that is simple and easy, i’ve been carrying this little journal around and i add to it everywhere we go, it’s pretty simple, not going to be anything pulitzer-worthy, but entertaining all the same. finally my writer’s block is gone and all it took was a chinese notebook with engrish on the cover and psychotic panda bears, to get it back. thank fuck. i am not going to transcribe any of it onto my blog and i am not going to say what it is about, well, it’s about me obviously, i mean i’m not going to do a synopsis, well maybe i will, either way i am not obsessing over it at all, not over-thinking, just doing, for once.

another short story will be about the drug and alcohol meetings i use to attend, and another story will be about the psyche ward.

i also have to get back to my ms paint drawing roots.