i don't feel quite myself tonight (hearing the floorboards scream at constant abuse from six-sided assailants.) lost in the laughter, the blur of an overhead fan and paint climbing up tri-colored pride. snarling teeth gnashed at words of discouragement and lace... show me where i am (not the score) in this superficial (six-sided; snake eyed) fray. nothing can hurt there is no pain after all, i don't feel (quite myself) tonight.