malakait maut's blog: "my life"

This about one of the people i like best. I really need to get this off of my chest. Sitting so compfy in his mobile nest. So here goes, and this is the rest... He's steven hawkin, never walkin, uses his laptop to do all his talkin, pension stalkin, ideas drawin, (wreckon he ever does any cripple porkin? sshh!!) Never has a man ever been so smart, he's the kinda man that must have a real heart, watch him glide along and the crowds will part for the chair he relise on and can never depart. Given he has to have someone mop round his chin, but when they have finished you see his child like grin, what the hell could be going on in, his head he's so brainy that this belongs in the bin!

What does Blog even mean(?) At this point in time, what am i even thinking No idea, me niether, BLOG (? Knife edge ideas or just scabby dribble? Everything surely has a double meaning(?) Really(?) who said that(?) was it really me(?) Surely that must have been someone else(!)

Another one just went down. stuck just a river to take it home. small but so loud your whole world has grown. look at me now i'm a genetically grown clown a rush for the nearest receptor was blown cause the grey bits fucked you reap what you've sewn(?)

iv'e seen the green, it was in my dream. so 10 years down the line, i made it mine. jack and jill dropped a pill and everthying was suddenly devine. As it raced past my face i saw again this place that i wasted, or was i? 10 years down the line and i'm still fine. popping for fun like bubbles in a bath i dissapear. Now i'm here 10 years down the line and of life there is no sign, so i grimace as it burns my airways shifting to another state that i don't need to create. This beast in my head is loose to do as it will, this feast is dead on a noose, am i really this ill?

Please forgive me for i have sinned, cleanse my soul , cleanse my mind, bring calm to the wake of terrorism i leave behind. please forgive me for i have sinned, i have taken what i did not own, grown a monster in what i call home. please bring an end to this torture within, what hides behind these angelic eyese is the see through skin. what burns and rages will never give in, the dark side calls louder "let the muttany begin!!" The eternal conflict i need help to win, this time its just me forgive my sins. i have lost control of this ship that i once sailed. The waves are to high all i see is water and sky. land is far from the point at which im driffting at, driffting further and further from the throne i once sat. Now just a dot on the horizon fuck knows where im destined, o please somebody forgive me for i have sinned!