westid

^^ this was one of my favourites when there was a karaoke goin down. i sang with all of my heart but i never knew what it really meant but i suppose it’s reversed me because it’s such an unforgettable feeling now

i’m a genius, doesn’t make a difference tho. all these things i’d rather not know. when i make time speed up it feels like everyone around me is on a go slow

the dog doesn’t trust me any more. mum wanted to clip her claws but i’m the only one coco will come and sit down next to while she gets her claws clipped

but today she figured out i was part of the whole thing, and honestly i actually saw the pangs of disbelief and betrayal in her eyes

you see, dogs can only live in the moment – that’s why you have to do the reward at the exact same time when you’re training them or whatever … so she doesn’t understand that it would be much more painful and cruel to not clip, even if it means never having to cause her any discomfort because the cruelty of neglect isn’t something you can reinforce with a clicker or a treat or what they use on dogs now these days

neglect is a lilo in the water at the seaside. yeah how much is this moment worth? then you just think fuck it and fall asleep. when you wake up, don’t even know what’s ended up ….. where’s the fuckin beach gone? how long have i been drifting out here for?

that actually happened to my friend. he is a good fucking friend. this is how good he is and how much he will always mean to me: sometimes thursday friday and saturday night – and no neither of us worked bank holidays – he would walk from rawtenstall to altham just so we could glide on down the rawtenstall mile from the old house at home to the very end.

at the moment i suppose i feel a bit like level 42. lifeboat lives, lost at sea. i’ve been trying to reach your shore. waves of doubt keep drowning me. are you sure? but if you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there

say a little prayer and float away with the thousand yard stare. come and collect me whenever, tell me all about how much you care. sooner or later i won’t need the lilo, just float face down bobbing along the canal

nice weather for ducks. great giver of flying fucks.

i think this song is more about living in exile. it’s not nice being an outcast in the only place you could honestly say you ever loved. apart from accrington. i’m strong enough to feel it and stay standing and keep going, but i still feel it

they could call me TwatGPT … but i’m the one sat here with all the answers, surrounded by people who know fuck all. and every twisted little fuckwit who is keyed up on this fact, knows full well my intelligence isn’t artificial, and this is the best bit … no one’s going to ask me anything. kinda seals the deal

glasnost!

something you can believe o-o¬