I like the small things in life. Running amok, sailing into the mystic, and Art Garfunkel. I like nonsensical dancing, most colors, staring at people and grapefruit juice. I like the game minesweeper. I like stopping to smell most flowers, punching the air, Pink Floyd, surf punk and pictures of sheep. I like talking about youtube videos that are about unicycles, heroic animals and pottery. I like when wild animals kill people. I like THC, LSD, MDMA and watching 24hr news. I like all large scale natural disasters, onion rings and lemon lime soda. I like believing in my self, even though i know I’m stupid. I like tits. Small, medium, large, extra large, floppy, firm, fucked up nipples. I don’t discriminate. When it comes to tits at least. Every other form of discrimination I like on a case to case bases. I like taking off work boots, fishing with a friend, and lying about my name. I like listening to talk radio, and real deep base filled burps. Rock! I like some types of rock, like lime stone. I like people that are better than me, because I learn from them. I like people that i think I’m better than, because they make me feel better about myself. Paradoxically i dislike being around most people. I like all nice dogs. Who doesn’t? You’d have to be a real asshole not to like a friendly dog. Ice cream? You know I like ice cream. Cupful of baking soda?… Of coarse, keeps the fridge fresh. I like whales and trying to communicate with plants. I like seeing multiple murders ….of crows. —tornado of fire
This article appears in Jun 4-10, 2015.


I like you and all of the things you like.
Funny how ‘Love the way we love’ posts don’t get the attention that ‘Love the way we bitch’ posts get.
You’re right Safety Guy–just myriad perusals from the occasional lunch crowd, a mere and brief escape from work. Great list OP.
I like meeting meditative Franco SCUBA divers at the library.
I have never experienced a volcano erupt, let’s take our bikes to Iceland. They’ll be whales.
Appelez moi.
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It’s because real love, though rare and useless, is also extremely boring and borderline nauseating.