westid

this is the bit where i cave. i don’t know why but it’s been unbearable today. and i had some errands to run this week out of town. think this is where i noticed the most. i mean, i noticed anyway – but like a frog in a pan, slowly turning up the heat, the bubbles. my attention span has gone from that mechanical rabbit they all chase down at the dogs. today, i got this sticky stuff and it was gooey and horrible but when i decided to see what it taste like, these random thoughts started to occur to me and some of them were a bit distracting. others were basically realising that as i monged for [unknown] years of time, something’s changed forever. and i knew it was inevitable. even though anycunt will maintain even now that they don’t know what i’m talking about – there will be some lads amongst you silently nodding to this as i declare that the cat’s out of the fuckin bag ladies and gentlemen – gentlemen; of whom the phrase “what …. really!?” has kept them from all categories of condemnation and doom for all this time

i’ve always been something of a weird twat. harmless like, but can’t deny definitely on the west side of the radio-rental compass of weirdness. sometimes when i’m knockin about .. people will walk on by me, and i just get this weird feeling. like this sixth sense, this instinct. i don’t know where it will come from next, but it used to be oblivious to most people. but now it’s like some of them know about it, they’ve been slowly wandering into my orbit more and more

it used to be a secret weapon. a clutch of inhuman self-control. once i went round someone and her mate was literally spraying whipped cream all over her tits – that i sometimes thought fuckin hell i’ve been glad sometimes that someone bunching up their breasts hasn’t really affected me

but there’s something else. some people, like the way they move when they walk, or the same shock shock a can of whipped cream would invoke more feelings now than the loveliness of nitrous oxide. some of them they bluff – westid likes this let’s show him this. but now some people don’t just walk the walk [had to, sorry] …. they know the dance. there’s this whole unseen underworld, like the upside down, that would like start to close me in. it’s been going on all around us. aghhhh i can’t explain it it’s just weird, weird feeling. what do you feel like when somethin weird it’s like one hell of a shock. and i’m left thinking when i cruise on by or somethin and i notice like slowly whatever it is – people are figuring it out. and i think oh god, i’m surrounded. when the fuck did it happen? some people just give you that weird feeling – whatever it is – and it makes me wonder if i get too close to this weird unseen world am i that stupid that maybe i won’t realise until the weirdness is everywhere and being so drawn to the – impossible to describe … just weird – was growing and growing into this big irresistible trap that was so weird i never tried to understand until it was too late