westid

someone once told me that enemies make dangerous friends. i have united hundreds of people throughout my life who hated one another; that is, until they both took up a stance and had a crack at me. i call it the common enemy effect but deep down i know it’s just another couple of knob heads really who were already the same kind of people

i’ve been behaving too much to have anything worth sayin for a bit, keeps me out of trouble but unfortunately bores me to death. and that’s definitely not the way i’m gonna die. even if they found me on the bathroom floor face down with my pants round my ankles, doing the one handed groin grab with the single fingered forthright fuck you salute in my final moments – it would make more merry a macabre moment

fortunately, behaving isn’t the only thing i’ve seen too much of this week.

daydreaming now, of being in that sweet spot when we haven’t seen too much of me yet. for both of us

nobody could withstand what i’ve seen. oh right yeah them their little sesh friendship would immediately turn to ash and crumble away, and it wouldn’t matter if it was even twice as bad – this mastodon of false hope, referrals, professionals, … bravo! … every other fuckin day like when the housing officer would turn up with the police talk about doing something then fucking off and doing nothing.

and it would just fuckin collapse itself into nothing, if only i meant something. that one switch that’s either on or off, would detect the temperature rising and … oh whaddya know here we go …. *click*

i stand out just enough to get rained down on in front of fuckin everyone. but in all the ways it really matters i’m invisible. don’t ask me for another twatty me-oriented fickel fuckwit friendship, because i’m fresh out of those i haven’t got none. nobody loves no one

they only added me because i’m famous. but they come here now. you’re probably one of them, aren’t you? yeah … you’re comin here because when i disappeared of your “feeds” you missed having me around, that’s why even still you’re here again checkin up on me. of course i like the attention. i’ve been a twat never denied it, you can chill out now i admit it; still, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it

if i’m looking then it’s right into your soul. remember? that thing glazing over the look in your eyes, failing to feign nonchalance because my presence is knocking you off your balance.

but i’d give that legend up right away if you said i could swap it for even just one hero with whom through no fault or favour that i’d like to meet again. they all saw my dark side and stood by me through things your poxy mates would burn the fuck away just comin over here trying to get back in the atmosphere. there they fuckin stood ask em, they probably still could

you know what though, there’s no need.

but while we’re on the subject here’s a dedication for every living legend i’m on about. this one’s for you

two friday 13ths in a row that’s just weird innit