I feel good.

Wow, feeling ectasy in rare form. I made it to the moon, but my roomate got in the way. Hes groomed but doomed me becuase i cant wait to smoke outside the gate. Mabey its all in my head, mabey my thoughts have gone rougeu, mabey my state is all but changing. Can i scrape together the peices of my mind, sit still, and wait for an answer tonight, there is alwasy an answer teasing my head like sand paper its like a seizure but its like basting in ecstasy, and then a wet towel laying on my face brings my hands down to dealing with tapering off glee, I cant explain it, but only a coward would take death in as he breaths brainbeams of numbness and happiness that course through his brain. And the question is never what id think it could be. Its a maze of wasting unproductivity. Its a case of revelation, and i know only god can save me.