you demand the drama, the sexiest quality of every television show out there; we should all be supporting jocks for our hearts. when did the heart become this other thing that doesnt need protecting, a condom to ward off an infestation of hatred and lust that seems to percolate endlessly. the drip of dreams and wants and desires brewing a steaming cup of contemplations. to weigh the options heavily on the cutting board before slicing into each tiny detail later down the line, when you've made up your mind and things suddenly start to bother you it won't matter then, you won't suit up and make a move you'll adjust the jock and shut up and move on and let your heart twist with the bitterness of stale candy. you demand the drama, boys and girls of this weirdo lifestyle.
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