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girls who wear colourful wellingtons,pretending to be jewish,writing a book, people on medication, art, music, a world without hippies, climbing trees, cycling and smoking cigars, sleeping,corn chips and humous, touching animals (only if they have hair)not washing, picking things, making quiet sounds, or high pitched ones, film, punching the air, people who like people (but not most people), the Jenni. travelling to as many countries as possible before i die, the french language, cartoons, comic books, training to be a contender on 'gladiators', the soft skin on the inside of my upper arm, following people, snooping generally, assuming, making up stories, the truth (how relative), lies, japan, photography, meals, the wild west, girls who call me sugar, becoming a farmer, making lists, snow, the vagina, drawing cocks on things, chihauhuas, sausages, becoming an adult, forests, oceans and seas, violins and pianos, watching planes (especially when the sun reflects off them, directly into my eye), carousels, dinosaurs, keeping 'it' together, hand claps in songs, plastic, neon, any food thats smoked, cigarettes, valium, grass, walking across fields to get to the edible yellow flowers, drinking from bluebells, laughing (at you and with you), irony, sarcasm, cynicism, the sky, books, space travel, history, dirt, robots, staged photography, girl's ears, pregnant women, women who like to dress as men (as long as they're really feminine), and i also like it when girls yawn, collecting finger and toenails,and my own hair, when Jenni says words like, seeds, peas, beans, beakers, beads, panini, sweets, green, tree, leaf, thinking too much about horrible things, honesty, cigarettes.
all politicians so i can punch them in the mind. people who care about things i care about. people with passion (not plastic passion) a gothic indian take-away delivery boy. a joint rolling china man. a boy who shares his bed with dragons. a bearded man who blows himself kisses in the mirror. a 6ft 5 man who thinks he can fit into a teapot. a girl who uses a typewriter. a woman who writes letters to the local council about dog shit. prince. an old lady who looks like winnie the pooh (who only wears a red tshirt), who draws her eyebrows on.(like my grandma) a lady who has had one kidney removed. a talking mouse. mr nanny. the teenage mutant nija turtles so i can nail them. ants. (any) a ghost who died playing russian roulette. the children who live in the walls. (scratch scratch scratch) foxo-head. a poo pirate. Mr Meow. (i miss him) a taxidermist from hiroshima. satan, so i can sell my soul, in exchange for being amazing at puching cars in half. the people on the other end of the phone. my great grandparents. a chimp with 5 dicks and a glove for pants. Uncle acorn. chic. the entire cast of cheers. the creatures who invented concrete. dead whales. NOT nanny telly. i met her twice now and she gives me the horrors.
now mostly: belle and sebastian slint screaming tea party ex models child bite deerhoof
favourites:gummo, lost boys, mister lonely, buffalo 66
is shiny on the front and inside there are a bunch of plakker bits stuck together. i cracked one open once and it was sticky inside.
story's about people getting clean, wasp plops and coming of age feelgood dramas.
my nan, shes a fucking bin-job. the voices in her head tell her to eat 8 narners a day.