I write because I need mental stimulation.

You would be correct in assuming that this is not an extension of my theories on the future of music. If it were, part II would be somewhere in the title. That comes later though.

I need to say this as a side note. I'm not really sure how I feel about this blog anymore. I want to write about the random things floating around in my brain like riffs about walmart and breakcore. On the other hand, sometimes I'm feeling really personal and the disconnect between me sitting at my computer and having NO clue who's reading this - helps me to say whatever the fuck I want. This could be dangerous, but at the same time I don't care. If you really care about me, you won't give a shit about what I say or care about what's between the lines of my "poems" (I don't actually take my self seriously about this since I'm not even sure about structure, technique whatever). I'm going to continue to make this personal because even though I know that at least a few people read this blog, it's a little satisfying to share deep dark icky stuff with strangers and perhaps the people I wish would/wouldn't read it. Who's to say.

Anyyywhootle, last night I took some Valerian root. I'm trying to look for stronger herbs but since I can't justify online shopping due to my fiscal responsibilities - I'll stick with the six dollar bottle of pills from CVS. Regardless of strength, they are a life-saver when I can't sleep.

So moving on, I had a dream. Correction, I had a very intense dream. In short, I was up in Burlington again taking classes and at one point I was walking up the Redstone green and it became so vertical that I was sliding down the face of a grassy cliff. Another point, in the midst of this climb three cars came soaring off the top of the cliff and crashed at the bottom. Terrifying to say the least. I looked up the meaning of the dream and was told that I should avoid travel for a short period of time to avoid the loss of my life. Should we believe in our dreams? I'm a little shaken up since I have never had such an intense mental prediction before. I'm not trying to suggest that I possess psychic powers. Although, I've had small predictions in dreams previously and I can't honestly say that I don't believe that dreams aren't in fact mysterious and complex. I struggle with how much to give in to the still unfounded science of our minds. Either way, it's creepy. I'm a bit confused. I've resolved to stay in, enjoy the day and just have a beer.