I love you, but I think your jokes are dumb

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I love to write poetry. I love music and art and philosophy, but I also love anime and video games and cartoons. I love the rain, I love nights, especially when the moon is full and the sky is clear enough to see the stars. I love the beach at night when it's windy and cool and the moon is out above the water. Fire. Trees. Dogs. Family barbeques, the relationship between cops and doughnuts, the worker ants as they walk in a line, the life span of a mayfly, the search for Atlantis, snowflakes, sidewalk cracks, Japanese, sketching, singing, dreaming, laughing, crying, living, reading, photography, people, everything...