westid

at the beginning brilliant things have been done and all we have left on the agenda is stagger home together slurring it meqaningful and deep – we are the best, people need us, we were needed, and stayed the course side by side until the culmination of touching each other up so you can work together getting that key in the front door

in the middle you don’t know what to make of it all but an adventure, someone’s storyline coincides with yours which makes for one intense chapter that will be remembered to the bitter end

then there’s nothing because that was the end, and this is bitter

yeah i know, we need to talk about that. [roll end credits]

if you let me step into your side of the mirror, would the world have the symmetry of you? knowing what i need, how it cripples me to try and speak of what i want because – unlike most of what goes through my mind – they taught me that it’s going to fall silent in there the very moment i picture myself ever telling anyone what happened to me

and to have someone in a flash of curiosity let themselves at the puppet strings just to see it once. you would never know because it won’t let me. they wouldn’t know because there’s no escape from that side of people for me. and i know the kind of punishment you get when you try to come clean about everything – and before you know it the urge to cover up and collude so that anything that happens will only hurt you … snaps you right back and all you can do is feel sick that you’re trying to break free from it yourself, but if you do something like that; how can you ever truly know your place and what you are?

what i want is so fucking unreal it’s impossible to take myself seriously. if someone looks back then i can feel how i’ve somehow made it not that simple to understand exactly what you should be looking for

if you let me through to the other side, will you tell me what i am? is it weird that i want to know what the rules are? i saw aomwone climb out of the frame of the painting and into my mind once. it twists me up inside and i have this dream where my thoughts aren’t in my voice anymore; and when i try to run for the exit, then the feeling is like this portal doesn’t work anymore – if the mirror won’t let me pass through back into my world, this whole thing was a trap but instead of panicking horror, i really feel how powerful it was being trapped in someone’s world instead of mine. even if i could go back, i wouldn’t want to

the thoughts and feelings you whispered into my head as i stepped forward throught the point of no return, i can’t seem to stop hearing them – until my thoughts are no longer my own. and my voice it’s gone! just like you and your magic mirror, your darkness reverses me

feels kind of hopeless. but some people just have this command about them, that kind of gets inside me. it can be very convincing, when that arrogance in such confidence gets in your head and could even tell you what to be

what a weird feeling when someone starts to get into your head, and you start to question and doubt things and depend on them instead

some people are sort of psychologioal in the way they do things. it’s like when i keep looking down at my crocs because i hate them so much, but they are made out of something, and if you know how to flex your feet it’s kind of like a beautiful looking shape

i have worn crocs for years and years, when i just wanted to see what it would look like if i wore something that stupid … but they were glowing bright blue and they were shiny and new. i only got some new ones because they are everywhere now and i already couldn’t look back. but they are made of something

what is it seriously? i can’t work it out but there’s another level starting to occur to me. and i think it won’t be long until that’s the way that everyone is going to be. some kind of really distracting very sexy new – whatever it is that they are made out of, but feels soooo much worse

if you understand where i’m at right now, your crocs could be anything … i am very tactile. it’s made of something … i like to feel it

but so does EVERYBODY … even you. that’s something the amphetamine makes me feel really werid about letting people find out that they want this too. i wonder if we could melt it into this bright pink goo, enough to fill your hot tub right the way up to the top too. then when you lower youurself in feel this decadent oozing all the way up to feel it on your neck too

it feels like it’s got a mind of its own, and it’s kinda controlling mine too

i’m going to leave that feeling right here so it will stay with you