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I believe...

in charity
in knowing how to behave at the sacred ceremonies of others
in patience
that you should avoid the necessity for deathbed regrets
in being garrulous
in perfect moments
in vodka cocktails
in building a bridge and getting over yourself
in throwing your windows wide, and leaving them that way, the first day the weather's pleasant enough to allow it
in burnt popcorn
in the power of the written word
that cheap-smelling perfumes should be outlawed
in Doctor Who
that people who believe passionate, firey love is the way it's supposed to be all the time, are living in a fairytale dream world that will ultimately leave them disappointed at every turn
in coloured glass
in being easy like a Sunday morning
in foggy afternoons
in The Spoons
in tolerance
in liberty
that sacred stories, myths, fairytales, and fables, shouldn't be sanitised
in large salads with lots of different things in them
in not clinging to things when their best-by date is long past
in remembering the past
in sampling it, looping it, fucking it, eating it, and spitting it out
in old movies
that you shouldn't expect the world to acknowledge all of your pain, because you should realise it's too busy thinking about its own
in not being a fashion victim or slave
in not being tiresome
that Christopher Lloyd makes a great Klingon
in the artistry of Tarot cards
that no part of a human, body or soul, can be ignored in the belief that it will ultimately aid the other
in philosophy
that life only hurts when you're sitting still
in scratching itches
in keeping a journal
that you shouldn't let the limitations of others become your own
that telephone solicitors should take no for an answer
that people shouldn't fake orgasms
in the teachings of the subconscious
in used bookstores
in the sound of rain
in the concept "Shame on your parents for what you become, shame on you if you stay that way"
in Cuban vacations
that being an intentional victim or martyr, equates to giving someone else power over you that you should wield yourself
in acceptance
in the lushness of autumn leaves
in political humour
that you can't ignore your past in order to reinvent your future
that martyrdom and victimism are weakening forces you bring upon yourself
in anti-pink
in kindness
in anticipating the future
in Key Lime Pie
in thinking and having ideas
in only enough spice to augment food, not obscure it
that bird's nests should not be made into something we would then dare call food
in cleaning my glasses
in savouring the moment
that sometimes you need to do the things you're most afraid of
in knowing how to live and let live
in Andy Partridge
in the ridge of lime just to the south of me, full of trees and fossils and paths to explore
in being mad as a hatter
in wearing hats
in time
that we should treat those in the service industry with better respect
that you shouldn't buy used electric or electronic equipment of any sort, unless you know where it came from
in squishing your toes in the sand
that sugar in tea is a violation of all that is holy and good
in learning to use fear, not be a slave to it.
that if you want something, you should ask for it
that censorship is criminal
in bead curtains
that everyone should swing on a swing now and then
in the decriminalisation of pot (even though I'll never touch the stuff)
in puns
in random acts of silliness
that Henry Rollins is probably one of the most active people on the planet
in being reticent
that rock and roll ain't noise pollution
that monopolies should be illegal
that learning doesn't need to be had at the expense of fun and enjoyment
that knowledge means very little if you cannot apply it
in freedom of speech with the caveat that that freedom shouldn't be abused
in hugs
that you can eat cheese and pickles without them being on a sandwich first
that you should learn how to take a hint
in making snow angels
in Zen and Buddha and Lao Tse
in the Naked Dancing Llama
in being left alone
in being sociable
in knowing when to speak, and what not to say, and how to speak in genera
in gettin' up offa that thing and dancin' til you feel better
in doping up terminal patients
that you shouldn't pick your nose in public
that lemon pie should be made without meringue
in creating with abandon and careful planning
that anyone who wants should be able to perform any sort of marriage rite they please
in baseball
in more cocoa than sugar in chocolate
in real sugar
that people who ignore the past are not only condemned to repeat it, they're begging to repeat it, and like repeating it
in the rustling of leaves
that people make far too much of a breast making a public appearance
in pea soup as a comfort food and curative
that txt message spelling and grammar shouldn't be allowed to become a standard of communication in educational institutions
in Gary Numan's "Replicas"
that banks should be slapped silly for the fees they charge for using ATMs, and forced to lower them
in the lunacy of Frank Zappa
in strong tea
in leaping outside of your habits
that Fred Astaire, while a very good dancer, was one of the oddest looking men ever to exist
in the right to choose
in cream cheese and crackers
in not abusing the English language, and having respect for it
in the smell of salt sea air
in making the most of it
in the desolate nature of deserts
in navel oranges and ruby grapefruit
in pubs to drink the beer in
in soft jazz
in washing walls and windows
that sometimes you need to do things simply for the fact that they're there to be done
in good friends
in poetry
that jumping to conclusions is one of the stupidest things we do
that food shouldn't be the impossibility that it is for some humans
you should know how to hear people and listen to them
in questioning things and challenging yourself
that anyone who looked at a possum and thought that it'd be tasty for lunch, was either desperate, drugged or certifiable
in not having flu shots
in not wasting land on the burial of the dead
in lounging and relaxation
in valuing yourself
that you should work to live, not live to work
in heavy use of mushrooms on pizza
in treating the patient, not the disease
that bread should be lightly toasted and heavily buttered
in leather boots
that "river" is a luscious word
in being charitable
that science, art, and the spiritual, are not mutually exclusive entities
in the ability of science fiction to relate lessons that other genres are too afraid to touch
that in many ways, far more than we realise, that while there's life there's hope
that postsecondary education shouldn't be an elitist money-grab
in lime rind green anything
in sequence and chaos
that everyone should know how to make a good cup of tea
in being liberal
in the aesthetics and beauty of mathematics and number patterns
that compromise doesn't have to mean unfair sacrifice
that sometimes the best and only way to resist, is the path of least resistance
in Formula One
that once living creatures should not be covered in chocolate (and then eaten as a snack)
in comfortable clothing
in keeping your brother without controlling him
that while patriotism can be honourable, nationalism can be a vice
in late-night TV watching
that every single person on this planet should get at least one hug every day
in the ingestion of meat
in the comma and the semi-colon
in warm blankets on a cold night
in singing along, even if you can't sing
in comfortable shoes
in singing the blues
that once you take your own share of blame, you need less and less to embrace the concept of blame at all
in learning to live with a sadness without wallowing in it
in grace under pressure
in good service
in honour
that liberty has to be sought and maintained
that you should put milk in your tea, and cream in your coffee
that passive-aggressive people are their own worst punishment
in the innovation of The Beatles and Pink Floyd
that doctors should be paid as well as athletes
that we should appreciate the spirit of honest giving, even if we don't appreciate the gift
in junk shops
in occasionally staying up all night "just because"
in abstract photography
that growing up doesn't mean giving up
in colourful decor
that each of us is a far better and far worse person than anyone else believes us to be
everyone should learn to play at least one musical instrument
that hypocrisy is one of the greatest sins we commit
in beer served by the Imperial pint
in tipping the deserving
sharing what you know with others
in blank notebooks
that innards are not fit for human consumption
that heroes are fallible
in randomness
in assisted suicide, euthanasia, and the right to die with dignity
in not treating people like commodities
in weekend afternoons with comfortable films
in freedom of belief
in scrambled eggs (with cheese, and mushrooms, and tomato, and red pepper, and onion)
in lemony anything
that you should accept what you deserve, even if you don't like it
in making lists
in appreciation of culture
in nobility
that truth can be manipulated to serve the ends of liars
in colouring books and crayons
in speaking up for yourself
that you should know how to set a bone, stop bleeding, sew a wound, and get basic poinsonous substances out of the body
a good night's (or day's) sleep
in climbing to the top of St. Paul's
that blood relations don't automatically equate to kinship
that we should all learn to be more self-sufficient and less dependant than we are
that cursing is an art
in bright lighting
in cut and paste
in the subsidy of higher education
in cheese
in loud music
in ketchup as a condiment
that there is value in all knowledge
that fanaticism is a form of insanity
in making lists
in warm spring days
that exams are a waste of time when assessing a person's knowledge
in shared laughter
that you should treat others as you'd like to be treated, unless you're a massochist
in the concept that "The foolish and the dead alone, fail to change their opinions."
that everyone should be educated beyond substandard levels
in being frightful like a Friday night
in a decent haircut
that more problems can be solved with a simple question than a shrill diatribe
in spirituality (without religion)
in knowing how to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
in patience in medical treatment
that life, and love, are mostly grey area, and very little black/white or on/off or hot/cold
in colourful bras
in toys built for fun
in the learning of foreign tongues
in fresh breezes on a warm day
that all people are bizarre in their own special way
in banana ice cream
in stop-motion filming
in Nick Cave's creepiness
that Warren Ellis should shave
in fresh ideas
in Timothy Dalton's Welsh accent
in mushy peas
in the CBC
in bar bands
in rubber duckies
in hand-written letters instead of email
in collage
in postcards
in DIY
in finding secret places that you keep to yourself, and the ones that you share
in the delight of new gadgets
in LEGO
in Lite-Brite
in being tenacious
in hobbies that delight you
in accepting flaws
in lack of noise while kissing and mating
that you should know, if not where to find something, at least how to go about finding it (research of any kind is very important)
in homemade mayonnaise
in surrounding yourself with books
in dancing like a mad bastard
in pi
in old James Bond films
in using film instead of video
that if life hands you lemons, you should make pie (everything is better with pie)
in the alliteration of Poe's "The Raven"
in Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"
in going low budget
in Word Association Football
in giving functional form some fancy flavour
in chocolate-covered almonds
in peppermint
in keeping a very long list of things to be happy about in a notebook that is falling apart at the seams
in the perfect pair of blue jeans
in tattoos
in the art of (non-sexual) seduction
in medium-rare steak with nowt to drown it
in pudding
in being shy
in being bold
in dreams
that embracing all parts of yourself, good and bad, does not make you weak, it makes you whole and stronger
in putting the funk in functional
in cleanliness
that chemical infusion of anything should be eradicated
in twinkle-lights all year 'round
in not playing weak simply to gain an advantage
in flights of fancy
that dates should be written year/month/day or day/month/year
that there is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so (William Shakespeare, Hamlet)