I like seeing the small dark grains of coffee dirtying the white white sugar when I use the same teaspoon to make coffee. Coffee makes me hyperactive and my hands shake. I lick the teaspoon then I put it back in the drawer. I like to pour the milk; it goes down in the mug, hits the bottom and comes back to the surface, changing the colour. I like to take mental pictures of the fast changing shapes and different shades that appear until it blends in a homogeneous mass. I like the scars on my body. I am terrified by the white, immaculate paper.
I like things queer and questionable.