Absurdity in all its many forms. Anatomy. Animals. Anthropology despite the coma-like state it puts you in. Basketball. Behavioral patterns. Boredom and what it invokes. Cannibalism. Challenging belief structures and seeing what they are truly made of (quite often, nothing). The chaotic balance. Complex simplicities. Cooking. Cynicism. Debate. Deconstruction. Diabetic world domination. Embracing the asshole within. Energy and the loss of it. Entropy in general. Exploration. Exposing bullshitters. Facial expressions. Failures in logic. Finding the humor where most think there is none. Football. Fucking with uptight/pretentious/pseudo-artistic assholes. Good food. Insomnia. Irony. Isolation. Killing political correctness wherever and whenever I can. Laughter and the things that cause it. Misperceptions about me through the years. Mood swings and stagnations. Observation. Peeling off the layers. People taking me serious when I'm not. People thinking I'm joking when I'm not. Perversion. Philosophy and its ostentation. Politics and its childlike dysfunctions. Psychology and its blatant generalizations. Questioning without seeking an answer. Realistic pessimistic optimism. Religions and their misuses. Sadistic and violent thought. Sarcasm. Satire. Self-examination. Self-mockery. Sensory deprivation. Silence. Simple complexities. Sleep. Sleep deprivation. Sordidness. Stupid people (gotta love 'em). Subconscious wanderings. Subtlety and its usefulness. Tactlessness. That one thing. Unintentional yet frequent inappropriateness. Unrestrained imagination. Vodka. Zombie killing.
I listen to it.
I read them.
Ivan Doroschuk / Al Green