westid

a cheeky wink to those of you who, even as you mock me now, appreciate my discretion; or rather, silence. kind of ironic really innit, my word means nothing to you but you’re grateful that i kept it because – and i can’t let you lot have all the best bits – it was worth something once, and one day will be again. and i won’t pay it forward by spitefully selling out the other hypocritical heathen. i’m climbing whatever the fuck this is –> metaphorical ladder? … king kong building? … mountain? the fuckin wiz khalifah building… the highest ever? whoever that is you’re laughing at, has progressed to the final stage of acceptance, and isn’t that person any more. pissed your sides laughing what does this dick head know about love? about pain? enough to know i’m not fucking broken. long enough to be someone again. good enough even for the likes of you. humble enough i wouldn’t talk town to. disappointed enough that if i do have a type, i’m obviously not theirs. disappointing enough that if i had snapped out of it things would have been very very different, moment’s gone now tho. honest enough i’ve gone in with good intentions, don’t need to tell me about anyone elses though, trust me the job’s done now and they give their fucking money’s worth – put me out to fuckin dry – don’t need to remind me, i’m good for the occasional told you so. gullible enough to mistake whatever passes in your world for sincerity, to fall for it again and let you have another fuckin go…

go on then. i’ve got things to do today. here’s a song for you to play not fucking radio head again!! hai2u bai4nao xoxo