westid

i stare blank at the entropy. close your eyes. you should see it, like patches of white noise. it only looks like white noise when you’re awake. you need to dream about it to get there. you probably wouldn’t. some dreams will never come true. some of them were never really dreams to begin with. it begins and ends as fast and predictable as you want it to be. always what you want

nah, there’s no “always” – but there is a never. ain’t that a god damn shame. but i like the entropy. something you can never account for, but is so nice to drift away for a moment and just see

here, read about it. read about it and see… it’s a proper goodun…..

once upon a time, i didn’t exist. neither did you. at some point in the future, it will happen again. neither of us will remember, and neither of us will ever forget

voyeur. i can see you through their eyes. if you turn the volume off it actually looks pretty nice

– anyone – would rather use their own. and we both know why. but it’s not like that. but it would be. but anyone’s a fool

lasers watch and chastise me through smoke. oxygen cannon. and it goes on for so long. it can only go on for so long. what do i say to them? i say anything. anything and everything is always a thing to me.

blue and green, at amplitude. the way it works is it burns holes all the way through

you could go on burning for days. i wouldn’t be thinking about what to say, or to say anything. you say something if you want to. they kept all the details maybe they can show you

i gave it to them. they give as good as they get, but they only wanna get their own. and i don’t wanna know. if you think of anything, maybe i would enjoy finding out what mine is

i have a chuckle for a moment and get lost in the daydream about it for a little bit. i am stricken. sometimes they just can’t reach me. some of it doesn’t make its way back to you in the report

you’re everywhere and anywhere. an unstoppable force of nature. but that ain’t what i wanna stop

i don’t think i would give a shit if i never did stop. i will always be curious about what comes of it should i one day start. they will bring me to you carrying, hogtied on aperture. you can only look through the holes you burned. just order them to blast it open. ladies and gentlemen – we got him! before crowds like the military parade beneath you. somewhere above on a higher plane. untouchable. just look into your eyes, you are one of us. and that’s what i see

one of us….

you can take that one to the bank.