Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bullet proof

So pay the money and take a shot
Leadfill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bullet proof

And bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof

radiohead

feeling like a dinosaur, awkward and slow, bottom heavy with only little hands, and all those orangeyellow brightred leaves waving quick hellos while my train car passes can't buoy this heavy soul...the air's so summerlike, but i'm sporting february cold inside of me...

can't quite finger it, pin it down, or take a good look into those wide-opened eyes. i want it to be nighttime today, or maybe sit home this gorgeous afternoon on cat warmed couch cushions, swim through song swirls and let the sun in to thaw...