westid

as night follows day, day rises again. but when october is over and done with, night dominates all forms. in dominated form, i scribble away the earliness with my documents and files; project my spectre outside of my body, blast off and leave this plannet by going straight up for 8 minutes and then another million miles. cascading my conscious mind straight into the corona of the sun, making sure to stop by venus and stay there for days and weeks until the doing there is all said and done

elixirs, medicines, poisons, and the sexy ankles epidemic bites a chunk out of my executive capacity so that i can malfunction in peace, with the peace of mind. i laugh because even though i break off a piece of my soul and give it to the mastodon it’s still a piece that’s mine. maybe that one was the last straw, revealing my logic and whatever critical flaw. stop being so paranoid, i’m fine. at the same time, still so easy to see quite far into the immediate future because it’s so predictable i end up thinking this must be some sort of supernatural sign

even though wherever i go i walk alone, and everything that i do is something that i own, i don’t need to get through this all on my own, this isn’t the most of this feeling i’ve ever known, fucking window box green house roof garden sativa crops for days and days distribution board harvest is all fucking overgrown, the biggest and baddest bringing the entire town on top tier echelon zone, paranoid past it petrified look into my eyes part of the problem mesmerising stare she makes lowering me straight down into raw honey right on the fucking money doesn’t break the spell that still turns me into stone, break it down wash it all round burn away the acetone, look in the mirror no reflection didn’t make the selection never wore protection pass through the glass into the other world everything goes backwards make friends with your reverse clone

you can stagger home if you want, but not me … i fly through day 2. and all of the easy things in your life that you have to do, background shit that i don’t even need try to, work around it so it doesn’t even stop me from doing what i want too. all that extra time to spend that will never end, while you’ve borrowed so much there’s no more you can lend, sit down with me and play the game my friend. receive all these nice waves i’m about to send

not wasting it all on sleep. warning: morning, afternoon deep.