David Lynch was a bad idea.

Been on a bender from hell out on the outskirts. I am on the verge of resurfacing yet caught somewhere between wake and sleep. I keep reaching for inspiring thoughts but that is all that it is, reaching. We have been sitting around playing video games and watching shows about regression to our past lives. It makes me chuckle but at the same time gives me the chills. People are consumed by a desire to understand their minds yet simultaneously consumed by their secrets. It makes you kinda wonder who you really know, or what sides of a person you know. Here we are on extended weekends when we could be somewhere else, anywhere else. Are we going to hell or are we already there? Waiting for the rem sleep to kick in, but it doesn't. Or maybe this is just a dream. More to come when I actually wake up.