Trekking treasure down

Imagine you're having mind blowing sex. And you are about to cum. And out of no where, along comes this old skinny hostile & hysterical lesbian who cuts off your dick. You do not cum. You feel pain. You lose the moment. You lose your dick.

That's how it feels each time you come along and invade my space when I am happily tripping in my own world. That's how it feels every time it feels like when I and the profound displeasure of meeting you at a rave. Any rave, every time. Any event, any location. I don't care what your intention may be, respect my intentions of having a good time.


As civilized as I appear. As calm and collected I am when you're near, I rather you be far away from me. I rather be with the people I want to be with. Not stuck down at the bottom of a lightless shaft suffocating on the dark morbid fumes that is your black aura. You're persona non grata. You're uninvited. You're not wanted here.


And if, how minute the possibility that it may be, if it so happens that you just happen to wonder to the same spot, or want the same space, or want to just hang with my friends, just do me a favor and just don't. And it that doesn't sit well with your over inflated self serving ego, inform me of your intention, and I may actually give up my place in the universe for a better, more pristine, more chaste location.


Yes I rather be away from the comfort of my friends to be rid of the foul noxious stench is that is your trademark.


Sure during the time together, there were some good memories & plenty of fantastic songs that were playing. But all the memories were tainted the day you broke up with me over msn messenger. I clearly recall telling right at the start. That one of the most unforgivable acts when ending to me is not having the guts to tell me it is over to my face. I think its a common courtesy that should be extended to any one that you share a relationship with. You knew I would hate you for it, yet you went ahead and did it. For whatever the shortcomings of yours that I put up with, none of them compared to being dumped over the internet.


So no matter how sweet the memories were, they tasted like a perfect white wine with spit in it. No matter how fantastic, how uplifting, how seductive the songs were, they were all tainted with your mal intent & blatant disregard for my emotions & my being.


"Stranded in paradise, lost without you?" Fuck paradise, anywhere is better when I'm without you...


"Its a little bit lonely down here... Its a little bit faint without you near?" Like hell it is. I found new people to hang with up there with.


Can't you tell? Its not that I've decided that its better be be alone, I have decided its better to be far away from you. For all the times I was all sorts of crazy, for all the times I drove both you and myself mad, nothing compares to the stoic insanity that is my relentless pursuit to better. Better simply equals me with total disregard of you. The rest of my plan is not your concern.


So what if I remember or know a song? A song is just a bloody song. Just like all the other bloody songs I've herd over the years, they can only affect me the way I let them affect me. I don't want to be affected by any association to you. That is my business. What was once ours' is now mine. What was once shared and enjoyed together is now irrelevant of your participation. I don't care for your participation. In fact I applaud your exclusion from any activity that involves me. Or didn't anyone care to mention it to you?


Do you really want to know if I am still mad at you? Do you not realize that whatever warm fuzzy centre that is at my core, I don't care to exchange any words with you. Civil or otherwise. I do not subscribe to your channel. I do not want to buy any of your bullshit. I'm fine, thank you (but I will be fucking fantastic if I didn't have to see your face).


Don't make me have to say 'fuck off' to you in front of everybody. Don't make me have to fork out more money to buy you a clue.


I want you to leave me alone.


Fuck someone else's mind.


The next time I will ask you to go away.


And if you don't, don't blame me for disregarding my happiness, for I will let my over emotional self take over and free the beast within. Be warned, I have stopped being concerned about your wellbeing. I will fucking beat the shit out of you. There is a first & last time for everything.


I don't care for any association with you.

Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a-lipstick boy
She was a-beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your inner space boy
You had hands girls boy
And steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you boy
And you just groan boy
She said come over come over
She smiled at you boy

Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a-lipstick boy
She was a-beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your inner space boy
You had hands girls boy
And steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you boy
And you just groan boy
She said come over come over
She smiled at you boy

Let your feelings slip boy
But never your mask boy
Random blonde boy
High density random
blonde boy
Blonde country
Blonde high density
You are my drug boy
You're real boy
Dog dirty dumb cracking boy
You're getting wet boy
Big big time boy
Acid bears boy
Babes and babes
And babes and babes
and babes
And remembering nothing boy
Do you like my tin horn boy
It gets wet like at Angel
derailed

You got a velvet mouth
You're so succelent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot time
On your telephone line
And God and everything
On your telephone
And in walks an angel

Look at me mum
Squatting pissed in the tube hole
At Tottenham Court Road
I just come out of the Ship
Talking to the most blonde
I ever met
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager
Shouting mega mega
White thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
So many things to see and do
in the tube hole
The blonde going back
to Romford
Mega mega mega going back
to Romford
Hi mum are you having fun
On your way
To a new age tension headache

Born Slippy~ Underground (OST Trainspotting)