westid

i can never just glance into the abyss, in all its glory with all them bright colours and those shiny textures the ones that turn any man into a proper grabby hands. straight away i am locked into the enchantment that the beaudiful people are barely consciously aware about

it doesn’t matter what you are. crackpots sit side by side with local entrepreneurs … all that binds them together is the allure of the beaudiful people and the way that they seem to always gravitate to one another

they don’t even know or understand how much it hurts you when it doesn’t register to them. i was the same for most of my life and it even took loads of time to realise that it’s what i were doing as well

some of the most important people in the world have all told me that they don’t matter to me. and even though they were wrong but i couldn’t convince them otherwise … if i so much as dare to pop up for any reason at all all i get for my trouble is that i don’t matter to them. but truth be told though i never did really … if someone is beaudiful enough to you, it’s impossible to walk away. i don’t need to be beaudiful too to figure that one out

i got some new shoes today. maybe someone’s attitude will change when i sexy ankles them. maybe fuck all will change but i will get a proper surprise for once someone will sexy ankles me. that’s about the structure of my entire day. i can’t think about anything else i’ve said or done that’s worth putting on the internet here tonight

maybe i won’t get back there ever again, but all i want is to get back in. it doesn’t matter anymore to me how i get there … whatever i have to put up with, if there’s some sort of catch, i just want to get back in there. when i’ve sorted that, i am ready for anything. literally nothing further will be a problem for me. and i will never have to tell someone that i’ve got new shoes ever again, because they will just take one look at me and know

as i know…