Me writing: “Descend into the infernal sepulcher which you have built, into the flaming graves which you have turned every drop of divinity from this planet we all call mother, oh oligarchal swine, ye Promethean hypocrites!”

Me singing to our dogs: “he’s the potato tato tato, he is so greato greato greato, he’s not irato rato rato, nobody could hate-o hate-o hate-o, to be lov-ed is his fate-o fate-o fate-o”