So. This is my face. This is my other face. This is my name, and this is my therapy video. Abracadabra! Wow.
I like…boys on swings, and girls on skateboards. I like babies in high chairs. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows – I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big moustaches. I like water caught in spiders’ webs. I like wearing all my clothes at once. I like people who don’t smile. Ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on.
I love food. Today, Ainsley, I’ve brought some things for the cook to cook.
In some ways I love…everything. It’s less…less of a thing than ‘like’…less distinct. Less…particular. I like things that I like but I love everything. There’s more choice than ‘like’. Because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love things so much I feel like I could float away.
That’s wrong.
My mum understands how to float every day. I don’t understand that so much.
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate. I hate shoes. I hate people who change their voices when they say something important. I hate my thighs. I hate war. I hate swimming costumes that cling. I hate dripping taps. But…I also sort of love dripping taps. I hate invitations. I hate radiators. I hate this. Wow. Sorry. Got to stop.

Buenas fotos.
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