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I eat dirt. I am Galloping Gourmet.
I like pretty smiles, big eyes, and long lashes. And hips that switch when legs are passing. I like heavy bass that vibrates the core of your chest. And when the beat drops, no one protests. I would also suggest melodies sung with soulful vocals over jazzy beats that persist when the after party is hopeful. I dig symbolism, cymbals, syllables, and alliteration; no doubt there are others I meant to mention. I like old plays from old writers who use lyrics and limericks. Not to forget those with post-modern experiments. Old English used to do, until taste began to matter. Sometimes I’ll drink a beer in the steam of a shower. I like offshore winds that create hollow tubes in September. And staring at the ceiling while I smile at things that I remember. I like walk-off dingers and high-and-tight heaters. I love L.A but never really wanted to be there. A stiff cup of coffee and a crossword for sure. Double down on 11 with patience endured. I love people
