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I like elephants, wood, and rust. I like elastic feelings and good, clean filthy textures. I like peaceful rage and boxes with glass (broken or not). I like detailed abstraction and smells that make you sick, but not literally. I like words that are shaped like people and wind that doesn’t move or make a sound. I like gravely voices with sandy tones, meaty bones, and eyes of stone. I like chalk and dust and asking questions without words. I like structured flow and red-ripple eyes. I like amputated thoughts and snaking through forests. I like the words ‘expunge’ and ‘spleen’ and coarse vengeance, but not together. I like egg-shaped objects and touching washable whiteboard erasers with my cheek. I like all human faces but not all human people and unnamed creatures we haven’t seen, in places we haven’t been. I like writing secret thoughts and making words emboldened with my tongue and lips. I like real life fiction and burning bridges to places I’ll never revisit I like pencils, but only HB or above. 5H can **** right off. F makes me unsure. I like the smell of poison from the lips of disturbed creatures. I like people with cats for a head; tigers, lions or domestic. I like the theoretical idea of punching a horse, for the way it sounds and smiles at me. I like pegs and what they bring to the table and comedy that takes itself seriously. I like circles and all their relatives. Even ***** Uncle Oblong. I like how language makes my breath smell and squeezing hope out of sponges. I like to name things that are mine, but then use things that belong to others. Staplers mainly. I like darkness and light in all measures; even when drank from a well in a shoe. I like climbing into clouds and discussing anything but the weather. I like how randomness is a concept thought of by someone else. I like to unravel thread and then eat the evidence. I like the fecality of machines and cogs that catch rain. I like to listen with my mouth and reply with my veins. I like the honesty of chaos and the cynical nature of fingers and toes. I like swinging my mind fluff at innocent bystanders. I like falling into gold by tripping over dead-end roads. I like round numbers that are sharp and spiky and hurt when applied freely. I like getting trapped by my own volition and eyelashes that live alone and care not what you or I think. I like it when clouds become aggressive and spit disdain on the revolution you started. I like slatted fences that don’t let things get them down; except falling dust that is just a thought. I like universal understanding of things nobody understands and how your blue is my yellow and you stole it, so give it back. I like how the letter Q is so shy, despite its ***** size. I like to find the veinality in all things; with my eyes and then my sweaty blood pen. I like stealthy science that is really a ghost we invented in a room made of futures and pasts. I like forced relationships; especially if a monkey or a spoon are involved. I like to glue my face to walls to see if anyone watches. Don’t worry, they always do. I like reaching milestones only to find someone has scratched out my name and replaced it with an arrow pointing backwards. I like big licks that are really lips that got kicked. I like wrinkles that twinkle when sprayed with the slap of life. I like that we all pretend that we know what’s going on, but that if we did, we wouldn’t have eyebrows. I like hidden rooms that hold everything we were trying to hit. Except that horse I punched. I like to drive a truck gently down a stream, only to tickle a deer on its belly with my headlights when I get there. I like finding things that are so me, it brings painful heat out of my smiling face holes. I like reflections in glass, of things that aren’t happening now, but will after lunch. I like the rhythm of word *** followed by the *********** of a donkey-punched idea. I like the iron will of freedom and how the camel **** of life sends us all back to the ***** sea. I like the familiarity of a number and how they let us down, but we kiss them anyway. I like pockets of air in black-like snowflakes in the fog. I like seeds, Velcro and moon sand. I like burnt umber, but only because we once were friends. He stayed. I left. ***** I like paper and news, but never together and strings on rings dancing like feathers. I like visual echoes and all other types of see-sounds. I like stories both fat and tall, but not hairy-backed. I’m not an animal. I like the sounds comics make and soundless comets that like me. I like how one rule is made to break another, like a seagull might be used to grout a tile. I like how a hundred things can be small or big, depending on whether you are lying down or on crack. I like indents and outdents, but nothing beats a trombone. I like scissors and their forgotten cousin the compass. They weren’t really related after all. I like inflammatory statements such as ‘best before’ and ‘backspace’. I like toast and brittle confidence, especially as a mid-morning snack. I like chilli, flutes and harmonious ornaments. I like running a mock and mocking a run. Oh and raspberries. I like over-elaborate job titles invented by under-elaborate job-nockeys. I like a pinch of this and a pinch of that. But if you touch me, I’ll cut your fingers off. I like red apples and the smell of disappointed parents. I like peanut shells in their own personal hells that are destined to do well. I like sabre-toothed sauces and burlesque mornings I like tree bark rubbings made from the fallen bodies of birds. I like reaching for the hips of a star and releasing gristle from my teeth, in equal measure. I like that swans break arms but never a sweat. I like cherry protein and scratching an itchy thought. I like snake skeletons, spider ***** and darkly lit minds. I like half a man wrapped inside the womb of a stag. Why? Because I just thought of it. I like divining a feeling with sticks made of rope inside houses of hope. I like running downhill on palms of marbled ham. I like cosmic justice in my box of tricks, with tea and biscuits. I like making it worth peoples’ while, all over their face. But not with cheeky juice. I like coming to an end, turning around and sleeping. I like animals that have people for a soul and speak mythical wisdom by staring. I like drawing what I think and making sandwiches that sing. I like resting on my morals and dancing on yours. I like stains on both the mind and my table. I like visual symmetry, left aligned and crooked; valuable teacups and sage. I like one-worded concepts like ‘calculators’. I like appendages that swing and drinking *** from a tin. I like water and vinyl and female urinals. I like having no favourites, seasoned chips and music. I like delving into lives like a fish flying on the back of a bird. Business class. I like tapered limbs but not jeans; roasted egos but not beans. I like scary hares laid bare and children being horses without sticks. I like magic which is smooth and soup that is crude. I like ninjas in shelters and watching shadows paint pictures. I like how nothing ever ends, but everything bends. Even teardrops. I like puzzles that sting and seaweed disguised as hair. I like to leave people with a thought. Not you though.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
100 things I like
I like elephants, wood, and rust. I like elastic feelings and good, clean filthy textures. I like peaceful rage and boxes with glass (broken or not). I like detailed abstraction and smells that make you sick, but not literally. I like words that are shaped like people and wind that doesn’t move or make a sound. I like gravely voices with sandy tones, meaty bones, and eyes of stone. I like chalk and dust and asking questions without words. I like structured flow and red-ripple eyes. I like amputated thoughts and snaking through forests. I like the words ‘expunge’ and ‘spleen’ and coarse vengeance, but not together. I like egg-shaped objects and touching washable whiteboard erasers with my cheek. I like all human faces but not all human people and unnamed creatures we haven’t seen, in places we haven’t been. I like writing secret thoughts and making words emboldened with my tongue and lips. I like real life fiction and burning bridges to places I’ll never revisit I like pencils, but only HB or above. 5H can **** right off. F makes me unsure. I like the smell of poison from the lips of disturbed creatures. I like people with cats for a head; tigers, lions or domestic. I like the theoretical idea of punching a horse, for the way it sounds and smiles at me. I like pegs and what they bring to the table and comedy that takes itself seriously. I like circles and all their relatives. Even ***** Uncle Oblong. I like how language makes my breath smell and squeezing hope out of sponges. I like to name things that are mine, but then use things that belong to others. Staplers mainly. I like darkness and light in all measures; even when drank from a well in a shoe. I like climbing into clouds and discussing anything but the weather. I like how randomness is a concept thought of by someone else. I like to unravel thread and then eat the evidence. I like the fecality of machines and cogs that catch rain. I like to listen with my mouth and reply with my veins. I like the honesty of chaos and the cynical nature of fingers and toes. I like swinging my mind fluff at innocent bystanders. I like falling into gold by tripping over dead-end roads. I like round numbers that are sharp and spiky and hurt when applied freely. I like getting trapped by my own volition and eyelashes that live alone and care not what you or I think. I like it when clouds become aggressive and spit disdain on the revolution you started. I like slatted fences that don’t let things get them down; except falling dust that is just a thought. I like universal understanding of things nobody understands and how your blue is my yellow and you stole it, so give it back. I like how the letter Q is so shy, despite its ***** size. I like to find the veinality in all things; with my eyes and then my sweaty blood pen. I like stealthy science that is really a ghost we invented in a room made of futures and pasts. I like forced relationships; especially if a monkey or a spoon are involved. I like to glue my face to walls to see if anyone watches. Don’t worry, they always do. I like reaching milestones only to find someone has scratched out my name and replaced it with an arrow pointing backwards. I like big licks that are really lips that got kicked. I like wrinkles that twinkle when sprayed with the slap of life. I like that we all pretend that we know what’s going on, but that if we did, we wouldn’t have eyebrows. I like hidden rooms that hold everything we were trying to hit. Except that horse I punched. I like to drive a truck gently down a stream, only to tickle a deer on its belly with my headlights when I get there. I like finding things that are so me, it brings painful heat out of my smiling face holes. I like reflections in glass, of things that aren’t happening now, but will after lunch. I like the rhythm of word *** followed by the *********** of a donkey-punched idea. I like the iron will of freedom and how the camel **** of life sends us all back to the ***** sea. I like the familiarity of a number and how they let us down, but we kiss them anyway. I like pockets of air in black-like snowflakes in the fog. I like seeds, Velcro and moon sand. I like burnt umber, but only because we once were friends. He stayed. I left. ***** I like paper and news, but never together and strings on rings dancing like feathers. I like visual echoes and all other types of see-sounds. I like stories both fat and tall, but not hairy-backed. I’m not an animal. I like the sounds comics make and soundless comets that like me. I like how one rule is made to break another, like a seagull might be used to grout a tile. I like how a hundred things can be small or big, depending on whether you are lying down or on crack. I like indents and outdents, but nothing beats a trombone. I like scissors and their forgotten cousin the compass. They weren’t really related after all. I like inflammatory statements such as ‘best before’ and ‘backspace’. I like toast and brittle confidence, especially as a mid-morning snack. I like chilli, flutes and harmonious ornaments. I like running a mock and mocking a run. Oh and raspberries. I like over-elaborate job titles invented by under-elaborate job-nockeys. I like a pinch of this and a pinch of that. But if you touch me, I’ll cut your fingers off. I like red apples and the smell of disappointed parents. I like peanut shells in their own personal hells that are destined to do well. I like sabre-toothed sauces and burlesque mornings I like tree bark rubbings made from the fallen bodies of birds. I like reaching for the hips of a star and releasing gristle from my teeth, in equal measure. I like that swans break arms but never a sweat. I like cherry protein and scratching an itchy thought. I like snake skeletons, spider ***** and darkly lit minds. I like half a man wrapped inside the womb of a stag. Why? Because I just thought of it. I like divining a feeling with sticks made of rope inside houses of hope. I like running downhill on palms of marbled ham. I like cosmic justice in my box of tricks, with tea and biscuits. I like making it worth peoples’ while, all over their face. But not with cheeky juice. I like coming to an end, turning around and sleeping. I like animals that have people for a soul and speak mythical wisdom by staring. I like drawing what I think and making sandwiches that sing. I like resting on my morals and dancing on yours. I like stains on both the mind and my table. I like visual symmetry, left aligned and crooked; valuable teacups and sage. I like one-worded concepts like ‘calculators’. I like appendages that swing and drinking *** from a tin. I like water and vinyl and female urinals. I like having no favourites, seasoned chips and music. I like delving into lives like a fish flying on the back of a bird. Business class. I like tapered limbs but not jeans; roasted egos but not beans. I like scary hares laid bare and children being horses without sticks. I like magic which is smooth and soup that is crude. I like ninjas in shelters and watching shadows paint pictures. I like how nothing ever ends, but everything bends. Even teardrops. I like puzzles that sting and seaweed disguised as hair. I like to leave people with a thought. Not you though.
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Written by
Roguefish
39/M/Leeds, England
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
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