westid

edit: jamie jones

it’s not a rhetorical question. isn’t even a question. just the answer to a question that goes without saying ever demanding never asked. most people do loads of mad things with an un-naturally enhanced fascination with what they are doing. i like untangling jewellry, i don’t know why but if you put all your tangled up stuff in front of me i will untangle it all and lay it out neatly

other than that i don’t need to move because all the amplification effect goes on inside. having mad thoughts, literally surrendering my will to a higher power – butterflies and electricity, feel it even more when you’re hiding it from everyone, then you inevitably bump into someone and you don’t need to say a word… you already know by the way that they move and the things that they wear that the same presence lives inside them. silently making us betray ourselves so that we make sure it takes hold more completely of each another. go ahead …. enable me

rocking back and forth fixated on something that just seems to burrow deeper and dissolve more of your will power so that it can develop. during doing something redundant like a fucking colouring book because you can’t concentrate on anything else and try as you might keep realising over and over again that you can’t seem to sit still. new worlds … universes starting inside your mind, the binding unity of an interdimensional civilisation throws itself forward another generation but you surrender more of yourself to this ambiguous feeling that you only know is weird and suddenly there has been negligent regard which failed to notice all along, time was elapsing at an accelerated rate, such chronological confusion because it’s no longer possible to judge what time of day it currently is – but it doesn’t occur that you’ve accomplished a lot – just hope it’s something constructive that doesn’t involve an adult working their way through a colouring book – when you do the colouring in you’re a fucking idiot. but if you were doing something that you actually need to do anyway, you’re a fucking god, and the passage of time becomes merely the force of your omnipotent will exacting itself for more efficient running of all this nature in the universe

it doesn’t matter if you can’t sit still because you’re busy doing everything all at the same time, and if you’re as clever as me and never crash then you will have all your shit together for this eight weeks you set aside carefully just in case you need the next two to get your stamina back and take care of any damage control

immediate gratification is such an unstoppable feeling, and the only thing that feels better is more caviar. fuck your world, the best life that you’re living. i do not feed off your misery … if you’re happy – i’m happy for you and consider you living proof that i have ensured order and balance in all of the rest of the universe, and in all the sentient minds that inhabit. it’s not the same as a habit, it’s a culture. it’s not a crutch, it’s a movement.

it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks because they don’t understand and if they did they wouldn’t be able to sit still – but if they are keeping it a secret i’m going to take a moment and wind them up because it’s got them and that somehow lets me wind up myself. a wind-up is a good thing by the way, just one of the sly ways we seem to enjoy teasing and enabling one another. because it’s weird, and it feels wrong

what next for this fearsome interdimensional omnipotent miuon activated positively charged analytical engine? that was a sarcastic question, because you didn’t need to ask. more caviar