Newly minted meme tropes date old-school mime troupes. Maitais tie themselves into lover’s knots as whiskey sours sweeten. Ukrainian ukuleles play uranium melodies, while minorities get played as the minor key in society’s sonata. Dystopia is the Midol for a dark soul’s myopia. Your mind needs to be a minesweeper when traversing loaded slogans. Gotta be buried deep in the dirt to leave all the mudslinging behind. Euphoria refuses to step foot into Peoria until all migraines are loaded onto leaving trains.