all_week_weak bijou stupid you. now every nerve is tight, every finger and toe cold in shoes and socks. i was laughing at my self because i am silly. now i'm just worked up at work, high stripped, cold digits, roaring belly. this music is all wrong, all wrong... but it's how i feel. this mix makes fun of me. afraid of having things i can't say. i would just sound stupid. and here i am, i have never been here. i'm a bright eyed foriegner in my own bed. frozen in place at the wonder of the feeling of a little mouth, and hard hard hipbones bruising my skin. makeup smeared across my shoulders. i'm sorry if i stare, i'm sorry if i am silent. if i get quiet i'm just puzzled. at you. pictures of you. the places of you. i want to go everywhere. 040410 what's it to you? who go blather from