I like things. (Literature) Different things. (Music) Conflicting things. (Hockey) Incompatible things. (Pit Bulls and Audrey Hepburn) And here in my own anonymous little corner of the internet, I will enjoy these things - incompatible as they may be - without apology or explanation.
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"I want a typewriter. A loud, old typewriter that bangs out the rhythm of ideas. I want an old desk and an ashtray. I want piles of pages filled with typewritten words and a floor littered with crumpled, discarded failed ideas. I want a window to gaze out of while thinking. I never see anything out that window; I see only my own thoughts and ideas but that window will be key. I want pots and pots of coffee in daylight and bottles and bottles of wine when night falls. I want music playing, blaring even, wild and loud and random. Moods and feelings."
This was saved in my drafts with no source. Unless this was the result of a red wine evening that I’ve forgotten, it’s not mine. I can’t find it anywhere, though. If you recognize it, please tell me who deserves credit.
