westid

embers woof all over the place, burnin my eyes, smoke blasts in my face. what a fuckin disgrace. throw another one on

I don’t care who you are! said Ahab. Here’s to yer dream!

enough with the question marks, all you need is the little dot. tennent’s super, building’s on fire all around me, bubblin down the walls, blisterin hot. be thankful for what you’ve got. throw another one on

yeah swivel on this ya bastard! some lord of all creation you are ./.. you’re not going to make this fast, are ya? just a fuckin parody on a new level than it all were in the past. we were havin a blast until the ceiling started caving in. goin nowhere, this time was gonna be my last. ./.. here’s ur smoke inhalation * cough cough * yeah? strap one up and sparko, that’s better. throw another one on

what made you come up with all this stuff? didn’t you not think at some point this is more than enough? why do you have to play all or nothing; isn’t it tough? don’t push against the grain if you don’t wannit rough. throw another one on

point in trying now. cos i tried, no one might have done in my situation but i did. strange, though … when i’ve seen what i have, and it’s still a monkey in the fuckin wrench … been sat there for a bit, still getting on with my things, however background it’s all been. i’ve always known what i want, but in between – i’ve always bin quick to square away all the inconvenient details and make it look like what i can, something that a few people have had to do in order to love me or probably any man. i know the world i see ain’t just the one that i wanna see, but fuckin hell i wish i could tell you what i took with me and just ran

no one has to believe me or know what i’m on about. anywho, i’m not crying or owt, and i don’t do desperate, no matter what brought me to reaching out like that. whether it were a cunt’s trick or not, i’ve been known to get the long end of the stick now and then. fuckin hell this wouldn’t even make it into my top ten. it’s good to know i’m not too apprehensive to get my shit together and go again. just pick up where i left off and carry on typing away or scribbling another sonnet of shite down with my favourite pen. flying through the night, and quiet through the day – i can see the tables turning as the clock goes tickin away. it’s not as though i’m going to stop any sort of divine intervention just trying to say, but fuckin hell i never knew i had such a beautiful enough mind to create what was it was all going to come to, but what a waste even though i knew from the fucking epoch it wasn’t ever gonna be here to stay

don’t even entertain the idea for a moment, i was told in no uncertain terms; if there was ever a thing someone could tell me to make any more certain sure that i’d get caught up, and – evidently – absolutely swept the fuck away

how long are you gonna sit there with this burning a deep hole in you. you know what you have to do