i am a weird creature.

did you know that if you go to www.radicalraphael.blogPSOT.com (instead of blogSPOT.com) it comes up with this bible college page?
i realised that before.

anyway i wanna share this thing i wrote today in maths/free when i was half-sleeping:

[in red pen]
hello my name is messoffembark and i am not alive.
i like to eat frankfurts and indulge in a spongebath every now and THEN. once upon a time i walked on a gravel path and then i hired some clogs and walked on the ocean with them. but as soon as the radio intercepted illegal signals my stomach let out an almighty grumble so the ambulance turned up and escorted an old dying man away from the pier.

[in blue pen]
now i have returneth to complete this story of my life everything is gentle but maybe the finger will find the time to grow. whenever you see a tree you know that the kid won't have a bomb. anon you will receive the hopping order from his landlord to commence eating your ice-cream. it will taste nice like strawberry sprinkles and the sun will shine but not for very much longer. the xylophone will have been playing but when it stops her socks will grow up her leg and the cooking will cease. the muffin mixture was piggishly consumed by greedy mongrels. anyway what you must hear is not what the eyes can see but something lurks in the pond-scum of this flesh-eating world. how and when will i ever know?
tell me.
when.
what is in knowing? what is in being?
who is out there? who has ears to listen and somas to hug and surround her? she needs another's words, another's heart, another's eyes, another's ears, another's touch .
well maybe she needs to give all that to an other to be given that in return.
will her voice be listened to? will her oil dry up? p o o .
i'll let mysteriousness decide.
just so you know, none of this makes sense and that's the way i like it. so depart now i must
but i fear that i love you.
where am i?
i cry.


>>have a nice day,
luv laurona :)