westid

i might not be as popular as donald trump, but i can understand what’s happening now to the people who tried to get rid of him

while i don’t get many votes for it, i can relate from all the time i’ve been president of the shitehouse.

i know what it’s like to get your presidency back after being dragged under by wave after wave of someone else’s malignant ambitions, almost seeing you don’t ever make it ashore and stand up on your own again

if you want to swoosh on by from whatever meaninglessness to show me what i’m missing, ok then. but can you make me feel it? i don’t care if you hate me … that’s something i will try to change if you let me in, but i want to run out of places to look trying to find something that isn’t perfect about your body. somehow i know that i will, but let the hopelessness break my resolve as i discover you

at some point during this week, did you notice how i were on your mind again? you don’t have to admit it, but i already know. it’s time we face one another again, because things are different now and you know when you come near that when i see you – fuckin. yep. – collusion is built into my head, obviously it’s going to go your way somehow. anyhow.

look at the way it’s turned out. i had no idea it was still going on in the background, but i’m not going to give you what my readers pay me to tell them the tale of some fantastic heroine, who can accomplish the impossible task of getting me to go quietly in the back of the spaz ambulance

they wouldn’t know any of the real things about you. and i’m thinking, it would be nice to know myself – even if you just want to play silly games and fuck with my head

just because i can take the humility doesn’t mean that it goes anywhere with me. a common mistake. plenty of people can tell you how they were surprised when it didn’t work all of a sudden, and they remember … why would it? exactly

i don’t need to be all cryptic about it. this is the last time i’m going to scribble about it on here. besides … i must have imagined all of it. i don’t think that my imagination would have come up with something so utterly banging, but you don’t want to hear about all of that

some next level things have been an illusion, figment created by me. bien, mr. president.

the mind flayer is part of something that i’ve been studying for the last few weeks. know your enemy; know yourself? am i the very metasentient force that has intercepted my very strength of will for all this time? vecna found something pure, from what dust does it manipulate the anatomy of thought and executive reasoning? or is it the primal instinct of dopamine. too much phenethylamine can compartmentalise groupings of your brain function, creating a presence that can emerge as though another mind can take over things and play tricks on you, in the same way that any schizophrenic type disorder manifests