westid

shouldn’t it drip at some point instead of gathering over the lake that looks like it hasn’t moved ever. what happened to the effect of the wings on a butterfly? well one thing’s clear there’s no sight nor sound of one having flown, flew, fuck all to do round here

somewhere in the world the emergency sirens (they have those in other countries) are going off telling everyone “quick get out of your homes, bring whatever you can’t afford to lose forever and ever” … when they evacuated pripyat because of the partial core meltdown of chornobyl reactor 4, they hardly took anything with them. they only expected to be gone for just a few days

and the may day parade marched through kiev…

how much mist needs to gather to make that one drop of water, making a ripple from just one drop but once that one drip has started it’s a leaky vessel … no matter if it’s only one drop, there’s no point trying to fight it, it’s not gonna stop

actually if you fight it you’re just making it worse for yourself. but the doctors say that an healthy appetite is good for your health; they can say or take away whatever they want, when you get to that level you don’t have to play anymore the cards you’re dealt

i’ve decided i’m going to skim a stone across the water, splash drip drip. oh no what the fuck are you going to do? still waters have you going “ooo” … feels like crocs when you get caught in the rain and they’re pissed wet through

i don’t care if she were someone’s niece or there is a big secret in the family because she was actually someone’s daughter, what would you do if they caught her and put her in all these nice outfits they bought her; pointed some insentient dick head toward me and expect there’s gonna be some kind of slaughter

there’s still a mist gathering, thickening, hhhhhhhhhahhh; and in the face of all that we’re still all sat here looking as i write, at the still water

if you’ve got my life in your very capable hands, don’t play with me if you’re not in the game. you wanna play the game, give me what i want – give me back my wings and i will fly the FUCK out of here and … go? i know exactly where i’m gonna go if they decide i deserve to have saved my life. but i also know the craic what’s goin down when they don’t

so. wanna fly? or do you need to keep people down so you never have to look them square in the eye where they can face you. it’s not like it makes a difference for anyone else nobody’s going to come up and get you with a quick combo, find out that the service has replaced you

people are too scared to lose their fucking… forget it i’ll just keep doing what i were doing because there’s nothing to talk about

if your mind is free come and dream with me