westid

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ignorance is bliss. otherside. ignorance is bliss. nowhere to hide. ignoramus … back inside. ignoring us. buy ticket, take ride. idiopathic insecticide. idiographic pest aside. here it comes, open wide. another piece of me, never tried. the next stage of the pathological; another sentient segmentation fault game over you died.

just fucking leave it, alright? reight then – goes the philosophy of dust viz. settles, for every one of us. you can’t throw me in and expect everything you thought was going on. my whole family have a rule in fact, and it’s pretty solid: don’t involve _[westid] and it has kept them free and alive for decades, will do so for years to come. i did one more than that, something made me an omen; premonitional, harbinger of what future deeds would be done. not by me, but by the big man whose little pond’s been overrun

you have to pick one – because you can’t have it both ways. if i was a cold blooded killer, i wonder who i’d kill first. certainly wouldn’t be difficult to choose and it would be a lot easier to live and enjoy my life. yeah i’ve got things now, so fucking what. i’ve been letting people in to steal and break and ruin all my things for years … do you know how much money i’ve spent trying to buy my own phone back off people because it was stolen and swapped for a few fucking precious bits? you don’t care. i know – yet you still come to me and can’t resist finding out what’s next. i’ve got the good scoop for you

at the same time there’s been unexpected moments where you wouldn’t expect anyone to have any moral fibre … like “you just put his phone in your bag give it back to him” and if you accused me of robbing somethin you were scraping the fuckin barrel no one was goin for it. do you know why? because i wasn’t prepared to suffer the consequences of robbing someone, whether or not it brought things on top. there are loads of people who know me better and i wouldn’t fuck with. you can’t only rob certain people who you know will let you get away with it, and leave the hard cases alone. i made the beginning of my life not being a thieving cunt, and even when i was worse for wear — we’re talking fuckin 6 or 7 years ago now, so don’t come it because the people who do know see right through it now — when the money ran out i didn’t latch on like a bottom feeder, i went without. nobody has any tall tales of those times because that’s when everyone fucked off and i was on my own for a couple of week

just like anyone i’m prone to fall for a cunt’s trick. that’s why it’s called a cunt’s trick … if you keep yourself shielded from cunt’s tricks all the time it’s just living in fear, and that’s not living at all. i make myself vulnerable to a cunt’s trick in my sleep, so don’t give me your fucking self righteous oh that westid he’s a prick look at this promise i manipulated the circumstances to try and look like he’s gone back on his word about, so you can try and rule out man of my word that i definitely intended to keep

if i’ve got something it’s because i’ve been climbing out this fucking hole for a long time. it’s not me who has something because one day i was rough as fuck for two weeks and 3 hours and started doing things a different way for different reasons. ok naturally you want to fuck with my shit and destroy that, but there’s no holy socratic irony about it you’re just a fucking cunt who clocked an opportunity to cause misery and suffering. breaking into things why the fuck would i wanna break into someone else’s anything i’ve got my own, and that’s why it happened. laughing about it has become too much like laughing at your own expense so now here comes the aggressive pissed off – right we’ve nothing left to laugh at so we’re going to try and bring you down now – because it’s the only way we can look better than you, this way the shit we come out with is above because someone grabbed hold and reigned the autocracy of the violent thug down on you

what you have forefeit is priceless and incorrigible in itself; is the willingness – ergo the capacity – to engage someone on an intellectual level. once you break things and slash people’s forearm because they know how to push something IV and it ruins your spiteful projection of the classic smackhead from [even being true to begin with], you don’t just take your frustration out on a vulnerable person who has no idea what’s going on in the first place … you tell everyone around you that you would rather squander your five minutes of being the ‘ardest person there sounding off because no one wants to challenge your overbearing, quarrelsome, violent demeanour; than confront someone with a rational mind, that for all you know is just as elegant at safeguarding your violence but has nothing to prove so you will never get to know who could have bested you realistically

sarky remarks about breaking into things weren’t even true when i was a smackhead, and that was so long ago just because i’m doing alright being a grown up about it, that this impression of me you seethe desperado at making to people who give 2^n-1 of a fuck that i even exist – has got to the point where it’s so stilted, forced, saccharin; no one is angry enough to keep that going for all this time. and even if they are, a moment like last monday doesn’t come very often with me – so you with your social media and your mobile devices … you got what you came for. there was a pretty solid turnout actually, i’m sorry i wasn’t there to appreciate it with you all. i was somewhere else, i wish i could convey to you the beauty of it, the beautiful people in it you would probably love to have made an appearance through me. but it’s not so easy for people to understand …

i didn’t have a weapon, i wasn’t on drugs. that should be what you take away from what happened. i was in deep, but i can do that legal which pisses people off who need me to be violent, need me to be intoxicated, for their caricature [hilarious, i’m sure] to work. now the fighting violence with violence thing i know it’s a time-honoured rossendale tradition, but i’m not a violent person. i’m not looking for a scrap, if you want to prove you’re ‘arder than me i will just agree with you – fair does, someone gratuitously violent in the first place by default infinitely more ‘ard. it’s logically accurate. ‘ard can be short for a great number of things

i’m not the same when i’m in deep either. in deep me talks about louboutin and power control housewife submissive, conscious me will bore you to death about brazil being the capital of the world in the rubber industry and can sense melissas from ten miles away. there are hundreds of people all over the world who can tell which version of me they’re getting depending on the short stories that i write that they wanna tell themselves. it’s like being tickled, you just don’t get the same buzz when you see what’s coming. but it’s such a shitehouse asking for it when someone could be telling you

the stories i tell people aren’t aimed at anyone, aren’t weaponised like a fuckin weapon. i’m not a weapon i don’t care if you are just leave me the fuck alone. sometimes i will throw you a bone [occasionally by incident, occasionally i can laugh at myself] but if you’re just gonna hurt me and ruin my shit because you don’t have the patience / substance about you to get your own, then fuck someone else off and record them on your phone. i don’t invade your shit so stop sticking your fucking face in mine

causing or allowing a vulnerable adult to come to harm is a criminal offence, and a hate crime against someone if the selection of them as a target is because of a protected characteristic. i’m not the one who is stood there sending it on their phone to everycunt; but this shit always comes back on me. like i really need the aggro. i’m fully booked for aggro, so as they say in lithuania – viso gero

aloha. oi!

edit: the only thing that hurts me every time is i know secrets no lad was ever meant to know. what’s going on underneath. the thought process. how they translate from impulse to general facial expression. i never asked to know these things, i don’t think i know why i was even told them. but here they are: ♀ is always right. ♀ always gets what ♀ wants. that’s not a personal opinion. that is the order of things. i have my own way of interpreting this, and what. even ♀ can get on ♀’s hands and knees; well it never needed to for me. i will never know what is true and what is ♀ coming it with the mind fuck, but i’m big on personal appearances and by the looks of things it wouldn’t be that difficult to arrange. you’re never going to feel it if you give the honour to someone else. maybe i’m just mental and i don’t know what i’m talking about. but i have been pretty flukey all these times my spidey senses felt the presence of ♀ in what the fuck’s going on. i would have thought everyone had figured this out by now. i can’t waste my life waiting, but bring me to heel and i will wait for fucking ever … if that’s what i have to do.

1 more fuck with your head back atcha sort of comment before im done: the only way i can fuck with anyone is the raw simple fact that no one else would ever do that to themselves. yeah you will get a couple of thumbs up on fuck swipe, but when it starts to get real and you need a different kind of massive knob, who you can throw things at and make no sense violently like you wish you could do to anyone sometimes, where’s the dotted line i’ve got some spare blood let’s do it