A reflextion so darkly

haven't slept in 28 hours. I'm driving down the freeway at 90MPH, steering with my knee, clipping my nails, weaving in and out of traffic in a minivan. Does this sound the least bit reclless? I can see the squarrels snicker at me.
My vocation sneers and I laugh in indifference. I've purchased a new lease on life with two peanuts and a globual of giraffe spittle caught on my tongue whilst hanging my head out of a moving vehicle travelling down California Highway 1. The moon shines down on my durring a summer mid day swelter. My insanity and schizophrenia argue in the back of the room, and I dance to the rythem of my PSP. All these things and more scrawl across the landscape of my dermus. Scratching and itching. Scraping and scrawling.
I look back at what I've done and who've I hurt, my heart whistles as the air passes thru it harmlessly. Should I feel bad for all my previous misdeads? Should I remorse the evils I've explioted amongst the adults and teenagers in my life? No answer comes. And no answer is expected.
My only love in my life is myself. My spawn, my extensions Three ladies charged with the intellectual details of spreading my deitific influence upon this Green and blue Cat'seye amongst the stars. The soapbox I stand upon melts away to reveal my innocence. My insanity is tieing bubblegum purple laces on my futball cleets as they gleem with pollished chrome and deep maroon blood. Screams flow up and graze my skin as my schizophrenia dances in the distance. I giggle.
To look upon my true self is to view upon madness in an elegant and mezmerizing dance of screams and flowing blood. Stair and you will see that I am no different than yourself. Judge not, lest you accept thine own judgement unto your own reflection.