Mallefus

Facebook doesn't have a blog. Myspace had a blog (i think) even Bebo had a blog and that was used by 14 year old deviants and 40 year olds preying on 14 year old deviants. So here I am lending a piece of my mind to anyone willing to reach out and grab it. In year 9 (that's 13-14 years old) at high school I failed my Music class. I didn't fail a test as such but I failed to perform to the teachers expectations. They gave us keyboards as an instrument, it wasn't Yamaha or anything fancy but it did have those programmes. The class would listen to what'shisface The planets and then learn and at the end each make up their own composition. I le

It's gone All gone I couldn't write a poetic piece about the human condition even if it saved my life. Writers block I guess. I just need inspiration But the only inspiration around me makes me angry apart from one aspect. I know no one wants to read hate posts about the British government fucking over those with no money and planning on draining the rich. Football is too popular here where most players get more money per game than most families will ever see in a lifetime. Corruption is a word that doesn't cover it. Sloth, Avarice, Malice and Gluttony has consumed this once great nation. ever heard of the doomsday theory on 2012? Thi

Journal Time! So I pull out my pad, a pencil and an eraser. I begin to scribe what i hope will become something to accompany one of my many ideas, materialized only in literature form thus far. And as previously expected I fail. It seems drawing people, shading limbs, the folding and webbing of clothes is far out of my capability. so I guess I'll turn my back on the cosmetics and dedicate my efforts to literature still. I did however flip back through my pad and I stumbled across an exploded view of a spring loaded wrist blade. it's ugly, cold and menacing, as tools of lethality should be. even after how many months I realise this IS wi