i like to listen to the birds sing at 5 am on a cool but not cold breezy sunday morning.
i like riding the bus just to pull the yellow line to make it stop.
i like the smell of wet clay, fresh dirt, rain, and the musty smell of an old carpet.
i like doing small repetitive things like shining my shoes.
i like the feeling of a q-tip scratching against my eardrum, i love scratching the back of my itchy throat with the back, bumpy part of my tongue.
i like playing with a zippo, flicking it on and off, the smell of the fluid, oh and the smell of gasoline.
i like opening plastic wrap.
i like the smell of an old book you found in the back of the library.
i like getting a sterilized tweezer and freeing ingrown hairs.
i used to like chewing off my toenails, now i just chew my nails to keep them short.
i love taking a nice big shit after a big cup of coffee and a cigarette.
i like sleeping with my head under a pillow.
i like the smell of light second hand smoke.
i like walking along the beach to find a nice rock.
i like throwing things that'll stick or stab into a wall, like darts.
i like peeling glue off my fingers.
i like digging out dirt from underneath my fingernails.
sometimes it just feels good when i cut my gums.
i like sneezing when i'm not sick.
sometimes i'll just sit and see if i can get shivers to run down my spine.
i like popping pimples, i wish i could pop other people's pimples for them sometimes, when they look just ripe.
i like a good yawn.
i like the smell of my own farts, sometimes the smell of other people's farts.
i like pushing buttons on an elevator.
i like making little evened out circles in the snow to stand in if i'm going to be standing there for a little while.
i like runing through the rain.
i like running all the time.
i like picking my scabs, i used to eat them, i'd probably still eat them if it wasn't gross to most people.
i like walking on curbs.
i like walking on frosty/crunchy grass.
i like breaking fresh ice on the tops of puddles.
i like peeling the skin off soups , pudding, gravy.
i like giving up when i'm good and done.
Posted Tuesday, 24 February 2009 at 22:36
i like riding the bus just to pull the yellow line to make it stop.
i like the smell of wet clay, fresh dirt, rain, and the musty smell of an old carpet.
i like doing small repetitive things like shining my shoes.
i like the feeling of a q-tip scratching against my eardrum, i love scratching the back of my itchy throat with the back, bumpy part of my tongue.
i like playing with a zippo, flicking it on and off, the smell of the fluid, oh and the smell of gasoline.
i like opening plastic wrap.
i like the smell of an old book you found in the back of the library.
i like getting a sterilized tweezer and freeing ingrown hairs.
i used to like chewing off my toenails, now i just chew my nails to keep them short.
i love taking a nice big shit after a big cup of coffee and a cigarette.
i like sleeping with my head under a pillow.
i like the smell of light second hand smoke.
i like walking along the beach to find a nice rock.
i like throwing things that'll stick or stab into a wall, like darts.
i like peeling glue off my fingers.
i like digging out dirt from underneath my fingernails.
sometimes it just feels good when i cut my gums.
i like sneezing when i'm not sick.
sometimes i'll just sit and see if i can get shivers to run down my spine.
i like popping pimples, i wish i could pop other people's pimples for them sometimes, when they look just ripe.
i like a good yawn.
i like the smell of my own farts, sometimes the smell of other people's farts.
i like pushing buttons on an elevator.
i like making little evened out circles in the snow to stand in if i'm going to be standing there for a little while.
i like runing through the rain.
i like running all the time.
i like picking my scabs, i used to eat them, i'd probably still eat them if it wasn't gross to most people.
i like walking on curbs.
i like walking on frosty/crunchy grass.
i like breaking fresh ice on the tops of puddles.
i like peeling the skin off soups , pudding, gravy.
i like giving up when i'm good and done.
Posted Tuesday, 24 February 2009 at 22:36
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