11am

This hour has come to be, apparently, when my body first (wholly based on false pretenses) feels it necessary to wrench myself from any deep and innocent sleep with which my mind may then be entertaining itself. This is also the hour, apparently, which coincides with the awakening of the most uneducated hell-animals which tend to characterize a pleasant morning for the bulk of other bipeds - birds. These smug motherfuckers then proceed to, in a caustic string of cacophonous auditory attacks, stir in me a certain murderous vehemence which would, in more mundane circumstances, only arise in such a situation involving being subjected to the stress test of traveling in minus 35mph in a 55mph zone. All these thoughts picked my asshole this morning, specifically, as I simply wanted to drift back into that world which does not exist on this physical plane, to sporadically and intermittently experience the ethereal and surreal, where, instead of becoming perturbed by the birds, I could catch every one of the noisy fuckers in a large cage and submit them to short bursts from a flamethrower, and hear the change in their tune...music to my ears.