they need a mood icon for "too many mood icons!"

too fast, it all happens too fast will the we of me last may i ask you to put my heart in a white plastic bag, twist it tight, label: do not open 'till december when then you may see if it's spoiled spoilt spotted rotten mush yet no no not yet it still sinks stinks a black hole in my ribcage when the wrong feelings are pumped in through the aorta, flowing backwards until suddenly everything has gone backwards except fingernails and toenails because they're all painted the most obnoxious noxious shade of flamingo flouncing pink and you can't tell them apart unless you happen to see me walk on one set and flail helplessly with the other. how long is a separate eternity?

hmm. this is new.