Without a Doubt.

okay. i'm pretty sure i wrote this on drugs.. it's alright though.. if you get past the weirdness.. lol. umm.. well, enjoy. *** this is new. this is real. no, this is nothing but a few words. this will be nothing until i chose to make it something because i have the power to do just so. in my dettatchment, i feel as if i have been running from something i was always meant to be. awakened is the beast, and i am rejecting it. only to know it is not a beast, but a treat; one from which i would, in my uncontrollable lust, lick your sweet substance from its imperfect fingertips. why do i write these words, and in this fashion? would it not be proper to call my words but things? only upon use within a sentence can a word be called, a "word", and i do not write in sentences. atleast i might as well not, because to you i speak nonsence. my words have a meaning. and it is such a pity, that you will never be able to grasp such a concept as i spit these things out off the top of my head. as you twirl in your utmost ignorance i will hold more knowledge and understanding in my pinky finger at your death. do not bother with your quest. i come to discourage you for a reason, lest we forget. all things that come about come with reason. let me be your undertaker, and darkened angel. let me carry you away and mend your wounds with a blackened magic. let me suck the tragedy from your situation so tragic. i come to give you all, but i cannot stop everything. god-like tendancies are given to the most un-godlike of us. you base your belief in a god, in me, in all who possess such tendancies. you like to listen as the words flow, as i'm not sure where i'm meant to go. well in my words, i will tell you this i have but one wish, to erase from your minds the silly notion of a heaven. i wish to enter with a twist. a heaven and a hell. and a somewhere in between. two or three concepts. but what do they mean? no one has ever been, and none have ever seen. yet you believe, so strong and i am enchanted. you cannot explain the pearly gates, the angelic images, or "His" heavenly face. an existence and relgion that by far can be predated. why for a god who can give you no proof, and give you nothing but hatred? without a doubt, i feel like i can give you everything right now, and i have never loved any one person more than this; and i can tell you all of this, i can embrace it, and i can feel it; all without a doubt. love michelle.