I feel sick, sick, sick, sick in the pit of my tummy.
Blargh.
Like a big nauseous knot of toxic butterflies
The tripe of all this election stuff really does turn my stomach, as does the tripe that my head yammers on at me all day and the tripe-eness of my stomachs reactions to the tripe-eness of general happenings around me.
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