westid

and when the night came i started to reload and fire up. turn to timelapsing scenes, turning me in to my dreams they burn but them stripes that i earned, took for granted til i learned those lessons the hard way, yearning though i was for a mainstay. timetables start at the feet on the ground and walk this way. not moving for you but still they do, wait too long and they will never come home but keep working at that masterpiece and they will choreograph the lovely steps of a dance that could keep you movin all day. whaddya say?

to my faithful readers, i’ve been a bit vacant lately but the piss take has taken me to highs and lows beyond measure, yielding vast treasure, and come to lots of promising pleasure; but at the same time hit me emotionally just as ever. i’ve been leaving an irresponsible and dangerous load of things to chance, just to see what actually fucks up like i expect and what good fortune may enhance

i’ve also been televisioning a lot and as you know that numbs the mind, and very little creative inspiration is all that curiosity – in the presence of television – can ever hope to find. but 28 seasons deep it pops open and then it can unpack itself in its own time but all the urge to write and create customs is starting to unwind

it’s that special shit time where i don’t need to go and get my vitriol every fucking day. leaves this 37-48 hour gap where you’re free to be as irresponsible as you fuckin want and there’s no one to answer to. but i’ve been busy working on some projects i got scattered around here and there, and at the same time it’s just kind of played out that i was being responsible regardless, sterile neurotypical everybody – head auto pilot engage crushing through the daylight the hardest, not exactly hearted at its darkest

actually if you were me for a day and got a glimpse into my genuine schedule, you would think your numbers have all landed at once and somehow – not immediately but it comes – you’ve absolutely fucking landed the jackpot. it’s like winning all the time that is robbed from your normal person life, which you can choose to either spend as a responsible person or in some other way. personally, i prefer to mix them both so it creates a balance that lets me see the extremes of everything

in real life, when i’m not babbling on here, i’m quite clever but in the head i’ve got no common sense instead, misunderstood, misled, misinterpreted. but you’re always a long time dead, so take it as red when i say what i said. could stay behind and take my time to get ahead. in some ways learning and working on things keeps me up for days, i forget to go to bed. up onto the next level, lightly i tread and yes it stays in my head. relentlessly fed dreams of arcane explosions fill up new solar systems, universes of volumes that overwrite the small world microcosms of ignorance that i shed. libraries of the wisdom that i have either written or read, light me up with constellations of science. if knowledge is power, then understanding is god. agnosis of divinity re articulated

it’s coming up to that magical time of the year. i want to go to scarefest and go sick, hammering the sick rides while i’m in deep. not like anyone would care to go and ride in the dark, dressed up in an epileptic shitload of flashing lights giving people who pass by my own kinda frights