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Notion
Notion
Notion
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This book is different from the moment you pick it up the words pop out at you like a puzzle or maze the structure is something else each passege has its own story and the whole book seams to flow.

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PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateFeb 25, 2010
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    Notion - Jack Peterson

    © 2010 by Jack Peterson. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 06/22/2013

    ISBN: 978-1-4490-8150-8 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4490-8148-5 (e)

    Contents

    Chapter 1 un refined

    Chapter 2 Progreshoin

    Chapter 3 More progression

    Chapter 4 angel

    Chapter 5 Growing

    Ok better still bad but until I g…

    Hi, I am sad…of lying peoples lies.

    The cars pass, I want to write a book. A book that starts like this and fills the pages of a notebook. I don’t type usually. I am bad at typing. I’m slow and chicken peaking. I would like a book with chicken scratchings and like the miss spelled words but in a note book form. A journal but with a spiraled spine. Yeah.

    I will write about all the stuff I write. See how long I can keep writing before I stop.

    I am bad because I stopped going to school. I was going to the University of Minnesota Duluth and I was in a mechanical engineering program I was good at math and I was good at science. Not at computer programming though. I didn’t know things were going to be like they are.

    When I was in U.M.D. I wasn’t. I heard some one say nice hair. I heard a girl say something muffled. I was in chemistry and the teacher pointed the remote at me. It looked like but not really because the projector was in front of me. In computer science the teacher put my test up on the board. Math the teacher wouldn’t move on until I understood the teaching.

    I always heard people say I did some thing. I would say I as in themselves, but I heard as in they were talking as in they were talking about me.

    My life is directed but I am still me because I don’t think I will change I am oppressed. I will write about a story maybe my life. I don’t want to say I hear voices. I don’t want to say I hear things, because I, my mom or the cops might hear this but I might be writing about some one else or making this up. So I see or say all of me or a lot more now.

    I do drugs, have done drugs. I like to smoke. I’m a smoker, I smoke cigarettes.

    I smoked pot since seventh grade I tried smoking I smoked with a friend or fore the first time. Then page bags in and out. I have tried shrooms, pot, exticy, and opium once and meth. But that’s all. It creeps me out that I couldnt remember glass, right and I liked it right. Almost going to put this down.

    I went to drug rehab for drug induced psychosis a fake thing for drug people so they could keep me in the hospital. I didn’t go to co follow up so they put me backing the hospital because the cops found a bag of vitamins in my pocket it was from my doctor. The cops said it was a crack derivative. I think it was planted. There were small bags of vitamins in the car and a bag of pot in my car and pocket. My mom tasted one bag and said it burnt her tounge. I had a pipe she broke looking for meth. There was none. I tried meth three times. Sounds really bad I’m sick of it I’m fine though. I got out of.

    The voices and noises I started to hear, people first around me they whispered and then I heard other voices and people. They weren’t me they were other voices and people they were my personalities. Now I know I put words in there mouth or maybe I can’t tell. I hear what I want. I hear the TV, radio, and cars passing, my mom and family, friends, and the people at the mall.

    I might be able to write what I think because I might be writing a story about what other what this thinks or feels.

    I could write a book about some one else but might be me I could make up places and situations, he could be in and do.

    I have had sex with five people.

    Chapter 1

    un refined

    The colection of memories is writen is the stars too. constelations. the dragon entered his new home for he was young hoping to find peace instead the pixies flutered about him and woke his sluber told him of a fue places one was Never Never Land we all know Peter Pan but the story of the mana. never never is a long saga of tear and dirt. I have heard it lies in the second star to the right, right on till morning but to get there you must um get there.

    than they tolk him about Middle Earth where elves and ork dwell. Then Narnia, creature and plant dwell on water and food or course they do strait on till morning. next was told of metal and a path not by choise and so misticism and mystory awaken the tought too, the sceance and beauty to scare the heart gives out the orgens play and bone melts, dust and ash. don’t touch! a strong place they bite so do we say the fries. so bitten the dragon goes through a spell and finds powers and understanding of creature and man what next bliss? a path of chooseing. Work and thought? whighting into nothing. The great unknown. it’s magic inbetwen the understanding and the choosing im intrested in. the creation and change spuring the journey on. something different i want to see in mt life time a creature pure.

    I went down to get some stuff the music was alright the languidge was beter but they were bitter craby for their missfortune, they loved in cocaine a little much. I can’t sleep, puked and cryed, cracked, drank, and eat the wairs gave some love and left.

    Plus all that over around that and all this shh you say shh… they very emotional too sad.

    My book what could I say to you? (shut up for the a moment you). music, love, music, calm, emotional, music, oh my

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