We are evolved, therefore we blush, with this supposed former corporate mush, we are united by jagged little pills, we are united by itemized bills, your angst is just a prosthetic, an extra limb of bullshit rhetoric, (live aid net aid band aid down grade) You "can't live in this fashion anymore." But you do. Infatuation junkie.
Reason for writing:
General hatred of cliched middle class angst, and in particular Alanis Morissette.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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