westid

i am the fuckin moon, no atmosphere, no reason, no warning, something emerging, so sovereign, so familiar, so subjugating, so similar! when my head fell off i couldn’t go back to sleep. then the madness told me to keep a line open to my mind, and everyone else close the blind. one thing that might though, fuckin backfire in kind. all the fuckin goin out of my mind, is twenty nine pages or . yeah i know i said the other day, to someone – i let it fuck with me anyway – how the fuck could i possibly put it any other way

the monster that lives in the corrupted will hear the infiltrating omnipotence of the sovereign

not sayin i’m the fuckin homecoming babe but one thing you can rely on more than everything, is that no one can fuck with anything. because i am the common enemy – who you can blame for everything. you wouldn’t believe it. no one believes it, but i pretend that i love to corrupt a process some people thought was getting a bit weird – one minute they’re as innocent as anything. and that suddenly the point of no return ruins everything. there’s just one situation i can’t stand, fucks up everything i’ve planned. completely invincible and, gets away with unimpeachable sovereign hand. so arro … confident and pure. so fucking …. i can’t endure. completely untouchable could not even resist. control seems to hold me down by the ankles and the wrists. this fucking confidence thing so annoyingly persists. while this fucking … can’t believe i was going to say, extinguish all my hope and take me away. sometimes i might not be so easy, but when the resillient and unreachable sovereign looks at me that way – all this ego and that bravo slides down onto its knees, dreams madness of some new religion, and starts to fuckin pray

it’s remarkable how much chaos has erupted all over the world since i got this one mote of helplessness, in contrast to this perfect, untainted, presence. you could go your whole life and never realise that moment, can pull you into the grasp what whispers the thoughts in your mind and all control went

it’s something and nothing. sometimes the sound of the perfectly intact footsteps on the ground give off a kind of reverberating and surround makes you feel like you’ve been found and shakes your house of cards because you feel something that splinters and shards your ego and you cannot predict what might quicksand your suddenly-not-so where you stand

go on then …