westid

recursive time lapsing incremental instances of the future indulge in multiple vision both blurring and building itself upon now’s neo-normal nearby but not new vision

what is normal? just a word. no one is completely normal. not really

i’ve emerged from the linkless derivative cut out of compartmentalisation creating a cascade. bringing back basically both beliefs by the begotten

it’s not easy being [westid] / allowed to function just like any one of the rest of the others at the same time. actually, rather a lot of people even go so far out of their way they don’t even bother to rationalise what they are doing anymore such that it becomes a complete pisstake in and of itself

sorry i’ve been a bit silent lately. my beloved readers have been going without a lovely page-turning publication for too long. if only i could conjure a few carrier bags of diabolically deep dopaminergic diversion to ebb the tsunami of silence that – not only in my direction where it is relied upon – would still be the burgeoning that drowns me when i’m making an extra special effort to be this “normal” i hear so much about

i’m not the only person with the responsibility of knowing things. but i have the grace of self restraint instead of manipulating the circumstances just for the sake of being a cunt. unfortunately that fact will be lost on the people who really read it. this basic basis of good faith prolifically propagating to all other people, is precluded far from me

at least when i do it, it’s in the favour of not just myself but people properly proven trusting and trustworthy. truthfully. trust though, it turns out, can be treacherous