Tuesday, 27 April 2010


I like boys on swings, and girls on skateboards. I like babies in high chairs. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big mustaches. I like water caught in spiders webs. I like wearing all my clothes at once. I like people who don’t smile. Ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on. I love food. In some ways I love everything. It’s less than a thing than like. Less distinct. Less particular. I like things that I like, but I love everything. There’s more choice in like. Because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love things so much, I feel like I can float away. My mum understands how to float every day. I don’t understand that so much…I don’t know what you mean about things I hate. I hate shoes. I hate people who change their voices when they say something important. I hate my thighs. I hate war. I hate swimming costumes that cling. I hate dripping taps. But I also sort of love dripping taps…I hate invitations. I hate radiators. I hate this. @Cassie