for the life of me i can not spell it out with feeling.

well lets talk about this.
you are spinning
and i cant stop laughing
and this memrobilia
of which i cant
even begin to spell
let alone explain.
you are taking the simple things
and making them
into giant peices of photography
with pscyhology and psychic
do not for get telekonisis
because i am a n expert of that
and flying most of this happends
when i am ASLEEP
althogh i lack the dreams
but each movement you make
a fraction of the world explodes
and i can not stop laughing
until we are left on this two by two peice square
scared that if you ever move again
we also will die.
which perhaps
would not be that bad
either way we would be
together
but the fact that
everyone else would be there to
because i party with the devil
and smoke pot out of the pages in the bible.
do not worry i read them after
when all there is left is the roaches.
but if i belived
in god
satan
hell
heaven
i would definetly go to hell
it is funny though because
i am sure
it wouldnt be much differnt then this life
we are living
simountaiously from day to day
with you scared little lives
and i am hopping around
on the one foot
that i feel is all that is left in me
today i am so worn and torn and broken
from this disease
that never seems to ease.
it is all great because
i can pretend that everything bad
that happens to me can happen to emma
and end up in a
psychiatric ward at age seven.
i should have been
i mean hell i told my mother
that i wanted to slit my wrists and hug her
that is really rather humourous
and i would love to be an accomplis to a murder.
but who knows
perhaps i have been
for many years
but my shorouded brain
was captivated and washed over
like you do
with everything
and every one else.
you are hell in the making.