Read a lonely and carnival poem from Simposka's All Possibilities.

The possibilities. Sin Posca.

I prefer movies.

I am partial to cats.

I prefer the oak trees by the Walter River.

I like Dickens better than Dostoevsky.

I like my love for people better than my love for human beings.

I prefer to keep my needle and thread at hand for a rainy day.

I prefer green.

I prefer not to blame everything on rational thoughts.

I prefer exceptions.

I would rather leave early.

I prefer to talk to doctors about other topics.

I prefer old-fashioned illustrations with delicate lines.

I prefer the absurdity of writing poetry to the absurdity of not writing poetry.

As far as love is concerned, I prefer to celebrate an uncertain anniversary every day.

I prefer moralists who don't make any promises to me.

I prefer cunning kindness to overly credible kindness.

I prefer the casual earth.

I prefer conquered countries to conquerors.

I prefer to have some reservations.

I prefer chaotic hell to orderly hell.

I prefer Grimm's fairy tales to the front page of a newspaper.

I prefer bare leaves to bare flowers.

I prefer dogs whose tails are not cut off.

I prefer light eyes because I have black eyes.

I prefer desk drawers.

I prefer many things that are not mentioned here to many things that I have not mentioned either.

I prefer free zeros to those arranged after Arabic numerals.

I prefer insect time to star time.

I prefer knocking on wood.

I don't want to ask how long or when.

I prefer to keep this possibility in mind-the reason for existence is not false.

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