Things I like. The weirdness of things put together.

Rooftops and chimney sweeps.
Collard greens, buttered rice and kidney beans.
Caves and cave-dwellers.
Anthems.
Riverbeds, swamps, and haze.
Droning bananas and hopeful hellos.
Drum lines, marching bands and American core.
Robust hollers and fragmented sweet guitars.
Ice cream man songs behind sirens. It.
The itness. Terrible coldness and water wells.
Chewing on raisin bran popcorn and bravery.
It be known she wonders about things.
Creepy hollow wards of dark people staring.
It goes that way; it just goes that way.
Magic of hand on keys making word music.
Formation of fonts and berry gum electric light bulb space.
Pulling forth one paintbrush hair after another dragging hopeful scissors apart.
Reaction delayed; post partum depression.
Gillsides exploding.
Measured fork-combs dragging along hairlines and such.