westid

can’t be assed to wax lyrical [spoiler alert: yes i can, ongoing]

here chew on this: https://open.spotify.com/track/4Ri3IluHtBl0CMtA5vjklL
cheap skates you will work it out, im sure there’s a youtube button or something …

more of a tunes day. more tunes may appear. and … what’s the opposite of appear?

give you the meaning of what you’re worth. money couldn’t ever afford. plastered to the floor. right down to the core of the earth. your undoing, consecration, and rebirth. this might come as a surprise to you, to learn something you already knew. wouldn’t have any contrivances to sit through. never give up, but i’m not the one all that power belongs to. it’s something more bestowed upon me, that i’m given to do. might not save the world, but i’ll make a believer out of you

things that go on in there you wouldn’t never believe. you wouldn’t ever believe.

fond memories. a truth that once was here for the taking, gone to a place from which mankind will never invent anything or come up with any way to retrieve

i’m the only one that does know.

even if i did say so, you don’t really want to hear it. if you saw with your own eyes, it was more than just the only one who knows. more like i was the only one left. my phone was ringing the other day and i didn’t want to answer it because i was scared shitless that the answer had to be no. i don’t like saying no to people when they need me. it’s a curious kind of reverser … being that myself, yeah i get it and as soon as they see me more recently yeah seen. feeling that in others, purpose is born

but it comes with no incentive, and guess what … there are no rewards. such irony would be a reward. lo … a bunch of people who are driven by the idea that i know too much

all of a sudden “aw whyy i don’t know shit.” smooth.

solid boys send the right message. but they are the wrong medium. but what the fuck do i know? if you’re any good at keeping track of people, i love the attention i’d do it for free. maybe the people you have to deal with usually need this red carpet in pyongyang shit, but i heard your voice one time and i dismantled all of this shit and let you come to me. doesn’t matter anymore to anyone who has seen me lately, but something doesn’t add up and that’s something you can’t just leave to chance it isn’t in your nature

hatred, i think is the word i’d choose to describe it. good guess maybe even. but that’s a feeling you have to keep under control. never know who’s gonna pop up. are they lying to me, no difference if they’re lying to you. this is just your way of getting to people winding them up and making them feel what you do

we were supposed to meet properly, and something divisive and unexpected fucked that up. that’s all this is. sometimes i wanna ask you so i’ll do it right here as you read my textual lips and have 0 obligation to emerge from the great silence and answer … do you know this yet? i don’t think anyone would give a fuck .. especially now … and i doubt they think they even need to and some of that it’s true but full disclosure is just gonna do that to you

something missing that makes me the only one on this entire fucking planet capable of being one step ahead than you. sleepwalking through this docile little world that grows pedestrian every time you are reminded of me. if only you could see, i would do anything to show you. would you even look would you give it a chance? one more chance to make a beaudiful bitch face at me? some things are more important than that

it’s time to come in out of the dark and drop this zero-sum game that must be exhausting as it probably is necessary and i don’t pity you no; that’s admirable, nothing i would ever go on living if it were something i routinely had to do. if i weren’t such an epitome of evil and nastiness or some shit like that … and we did get acquainted like human beings, it would probably be something i would come to you and ask about. you’re a fucking force of nature, but i’ve never been your enemy not really. i’m not an easy person to hate i know, and i’m sorry about that. quick spoiler, it’s not going to get any easier especially now that i know – i’ll carry on being paranoid you’re coming after me blah blah somecunt said this somebitch did that gobble gobble di gook. robbed of the only cure for it. no second chances hows about you throw me a first. maybe you did and the only case scenario someone like me could foresee is always the worst

don’t look at my wisdom like that. no worse than you i bet. if it weren’t then i wouldn’t still be getting it now. while in deep … one gets to thinking …. things become so simple as that. all i want for you is to see. all you want is the same as me. maybe try and change what we’re showing one another probably?

yeah now who’s gettin all paranoid? shakin like a polaroid. go and blast a fat key and spend all night thinking about me

in front of a bunch of the best people who are completely bamboozled why you would still even be like that. even i don’t think i matter to anyone, no one who flies around your sun. that’s why it’s so telling, and probably where the daily people you’re up against give you a bit of that sting. that thing you thought you saw one night. surrounded in darkness, like a ritual sacrifice

if it’s blood you want, i can think of worse ways to go. anything you want to see, things that you need to get from me – i hope it’s blood, but once i’m gone – it all goes with me though. from the first nanosecond i cease to exist, for the rest of your life then eternity – everything you wanted to know, every detail i might have missed but wasn’t on whatever ruminating idea that day was on your list

don’t be brought about by him and his psycho babble. love he’s a gimp leave him to it, look at all this life going on around us let’s go and live it

how can i argue with that? alright then goodtime, herer some music for you stop screwing your face up and trying to figure out who / how many people i’m talking to tonight. turntables are for life madam put your faith in the bass and play it