EVERYTHING PLUS OTHER THINGS - I feel pre-teenish with you, like my knees are on backwards. I feel the creeping-passion that creeps feel when they're expressing their feelings in public with breast pumps. I feel lots of stuff: the stuffing in your top; the pull-back strap in your bottoms. It's like a broken bottle in a sand box or a fake arm on a statue these passion-free feelings I hide from you when you're wrecked-up in a broken ball on a gurney. Please never eat cheese without me again.