Thump Thump [Goes My Heart]

Vegetarian pigs in a blanket should not exist.

Nor should the fruit flies that are sashaying from the kitchen into my bedroom.

Ick. I've spent all day trying to catch them.

Nor should this heinous dance essay that I've been trying to write all day.

Who cares about why it still exists in the 21 century? I certainly don't.

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Your E.T. hands on cold bathroom tiles.

Everyday.

Mundane.

Phone me no home for home's on the range.

Unless...

Thoughtless, spineless.

They say you'll be the opposite of your parents. It's too bad your's loved you so much.

Without that we'd be contemporary. Not the alt-folk we'd hoped for.

Fucking hipsters.

Go back to your home town.