westid

it starts simply by a different attitude, one that even i don’t notice on myself right away. this weird feeling that for some reason makes things matter all of a sudden. there’s little behind the curtain but a gentle voice for the senile minded, whose primary concern is have you remembered to take your tablets? knowing they mean well, there’s no reason to resist their help. well there is but it’s probably wasted on them, they wouldn’t dare 🙂

throwing myself into the ring. crowd surfed it here but now, i’m on the spot, gotta get out of here somehow. alright take it easy, small steps. write this, code that, denial, denial, denial, fuck are you looking at? ah it weren’t me it was them, almost looked a right twat. still would if these holes that keep burning through the walls at mine shed any light on my atittude

come to my senses, don’t feel ashamed, i was in deep. it’s hard to explain that to someone. i know it’s not my wave they’re surfing but i still feel like starting another one. you’re either with me or against me, come this way and i’ll lift you up like tsunami today. yeah, keep goin … you could change the world, i would like that to be my world. if only you knew, but you do. piss take here, cunt’s trick there, it’s all the same to me

i wanna feel the long game, but not too long. just need to know what’s right and wrong, would have seen that all along. no point getting shirty about it, teach me a lesson educate me, whatever you’re bothered about alright i can live without it

imagine you were flipping through the same thing over and over again. just looking for someone warm and docile to let them in for the night. then there was a madman, already in deep – delusional, but is it so? and your presence is the one miracle it would take to convince him. a new religion born inside his mind, feeble mortal coil. he talks about honesty, persistency, courage. but all of a sudden he will believe any thing you might tell him. so what there is probably nothing to prove otherwise and all his thoughts are in your voice. preaching to the converted, but in the dead of the night, coven is deserted. wicked witch of the west. westid indeed. fully charged

who died and made you the authority on what is real, pity the fool