westid

the coalition are closing in. block the way out the other side, ladies and gentlemen … we got ‘im! take him for all in all, and go through all his things. set him up with a pack of lies, and split down all the winnings!

i am the common enemy. a dead man walking. as long as i survive, you will always tell your friends and your enemies apart. if that was really true, i would happily give my life so that no one in the world would feel betrayal or the vacuum of that prior disbelief when reality falls apart, ever again. a small price to pay.

they will walk me through the middle of town in irons, with crowds cheering on either side – leading all the way up to the gallows on the cross roads at the gate of dearden. all the good people who put the fear of god into you will tell you that everything’s alright now, and you don’t have to worry ever again. it’s probably not the first time you have been told that to be fair though is it, faithful readers? but this is now and that was then. whatever the fuck it is that you’re worried about, because i don’t know. deep down you don’t know either. that’s convenient for a while, until you start to form your own opinion. then the whole this doesn’t add up to what i was told thing just fucks everything up. but i’m going to take a wild guess and say that you probably know already for whom up everything fucks… vested interests, dear readers. from the beginning you have all been quite an insightful bunch

that was a close one the other night, eh? you’re lucky that you’re still here. how many things do you have to keep track of, and re-live, that you were nowhere fuckin near? does your ambition stretch beyond fucking liability cocaethylene beer? no principles or shame? just rest assured, you won’t get the blame. at least you know it’s not your face on the money, clandestine queen. and when they go through the records ladies and gentlemen, be prepared to thank fuck that none of it has been set up in your name. when there’s blame there’s a claim, spread it around and stick the bill on the nearest fool who trusts that they can turn their back on you. play the game. and when i am finally eliminated, your wildest dreams and your worst nightmares will be exactly the same. the big picture will be taped back together and hanging in pieces under a broken frame

i’m not going to change your mind, or things you see your way. or how you form opinions based on whatever who might say. or change the fact that tomorrow never comes, it’s fuckin groundhog day

edit: i see myself as more of an eric bana than bill murray, but everyone loves consistency