westid

keep moving. and move with a purpose. it’s not time to stop for a rest. i’m not done yet. pressure is building up and it’s not quite the right night to pop the cork

surrounded by blue light, i keep going so there’s no chance for any kind of personal reflection. i’ve been good for a while not needing a journey inward, because this is me and i’m in deep behind enemy lines

when you’re in so deep, the perimeter has its back to you. already inside the walls, nobody thinks to come so far into the core and look for outsiders there

that’s not all … not everybody likes the system and the way it works for type A by shitting on type B. i wouldn’t go and accuse them of being dissident, but it’s definitely not so patriotic behind these big borders and boundaries

there’s that understanding. if they come for us i wouldn’t be shocked if a friend turned me in to save themselves… when you’re the underculture to fascists, only apologist filth would have the mindset to bring everybody else down with them

one thing that the people who come to me and represent the bravo mission, on a similar expedition this deep in and can reach me when i ought to be unreachable – if you listened to the propaganda pumped into the atmosphere by the daily broadcasts – i have my own way of dealing with it when bravo comes. but, given my silence of late, i am enlightened with the prospect of feeling myself what so many have had out of me … with bravo, i mean… a mutual objective

my mind maintains mostly manic, slowly i pick through the pages not pulled in by anything particular. i know that this is the prelude for a dark chapter, and absent minded my head spins all dizzy as though i defy the seriousity that surrounds. i’m in no hurry to weather the umbra mortis. there is no cause to be silly in bad taste; so i just spin around some more because what’s it matter that i won’t walk in a straight line for a while?

solidarity save your strength. you’re gonna need it where we’re going …