I like darkness and not metaphorically speaking I simply like the lack of light I like movies in black and white but not literally I mean that as in movies with plots with obvious opposites I like cookies with chocolate chips they go great with cool aid I like school days and I’ve done so ever since the day I graduated I like reviews that are heavily exaggerated good or bad doesn’t matter much as long as they have that psychopathic touch
I like words that unravel the dirt and the gravel I like to travel as long as I can do it rhyming I like jokes with not just bad but perfectly stupid timing
sometimes I like to open my window just to let some noise in I like my town with a little drop of poison though I really can’t tell why I like to sell my records at local stores I like Tom Waits’ vocal chords ‘cause they remind me of that old dusty road Woody was blowing down and then transformed into a metaphor still so valid in this modern age we appear to be in and I’ve overcome my fear of the wind I like the beard on my chin and the things it tells me about people and their flaws old folks think I’m a terrorist and kids think I’m Santa Claus and who knows I’m probably partially a bit of both
I prefer a full moon to a shiny sun I like “apocalypse 91…” my favourite PE record with tracks sending shockwaves flying through the air like cannonballs I like other animals and I eat vegetarian but not necessarily health food and I’m slowly starting to like myself too