I don't want to criticise mon matter as I dont think anything mais fortasse je voudre parle abot something porquie Je cannaias as I want her to know il ne mal pas as I parle avec sa suffit mon matter once made me admit to something I didn't do and I always wondered why she seem to think it good when she kept on at me for something I didn't do and her husband was evil and controlling and he was cruel but she thought it was good that I admitted to something I je voudrais je suis parle meantenent je jammias faire avec mon mere mais il est a uno of. I just remember le famme being glad because I laid claim to smashing a fennetre  to protect mon frere who did,

I was shoplifting buckfast while bu boire dans aberdeen and I got trois bouteilles before getting caught then put in the cells when le boar came and huckled me then I went to sleep while in the stir and they came in to wake me up and I exclaimed "I just had a brilliant dream and I dreamt I was drunk" and I was totally happy so they turned around and walked out then 2 hours later the came back and I said nothing and got out. Once I was coming out a pub near my house and two coppers came up and said something about me talking to myself in the pub which wasnt really aware of so I suspected nothing to come of it as I believed I had Schitzopohrenia and talking was something people like this were doing sometimes and I asked the wee copper who I thought was newish or a rookie and I said to him "how much do you get for being a copper" and he said with pride "£358 a week" to which I replied "that's not much" and instantly the other copper immediately arrested me. Another time the police said that I was getting let out and freed from the cells to which I said "that's brilliant I can go to the pub" and it was 11 at night so I could do an hour or 2 drinking in the pubs and they said "we are not letting you out till tomorrow which people say they were ding this to help me but it was obviously done to annoy me as I'm a grown man and can look after myself . When it comes to police wages a boy I used to run with the guy who I went on holiday with 2 others and he got a job with the police and when we were 18 his starting salary was north of £18,550 pounds and we thought that was excellent. I became public property when I wrote graffiti as I never talked about it and neither did anyone else and I lost my human rights as though I was robot that people wanted to own so I started to fight coppers as they were always in my short hair.

I have never written a blog without mistakes more that once which I thought was my best blog.

People say the only business dans Snaketown tht never takes a break is the trade in Drogues at Christmas time which trop appeleyer sont une spell.

I keep having dreams that try to make me think I will not live for ever which when I wake up makes jump onto my head to kill myself but all it does is give me a bad back and I hope the bones men stop this as I want to live forever and might need their help which I think I get.

Gorgeous George the gangster come narc had a baby which deliberately banged its head of the floor to lift up and pretend to cry at 8 month old then it banged its head again only to laugh, then it did it again and a guy laughing then crying which I thought was genius especially as Sandbra  its mother said it like my nieces they all spoke at 8 moths the sign of a genius and then I left and got on a bus and a baby was on laughing and another came on crying so I said the baby laughs and the baby cries so they stopped as I said its all the same to me.