House of leaves is a freaky book mr pol.

you can read more about it here

it's a strange, disjointed, wonderful book. the kind of thing i wish i could write. and am now attempting :)

it's dark & fucked & sexy & strange.

and makes you questions the things that flicker at the edges of your sight.

especially when it's dark!

and it handles telling multiple, unrelated stories at the *same time* wonderfully (read it, you'll know what i mean), without being confusing or disorienting for any of them.

and welcome back fuzz.

the tales i can tell.

and shall.

but not here.

and not now.

harry.
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