Biscuits, for dunking.
Travel eg, walking to the dairy
Astrology or Jesus, so that you have something that doesn't actually mind you blaming all the crap on it.
Entropy and mess, so that you can clean it up and feel like God.
Vaguely criminal behaviour, like breaking into hoodlums yards and planting flowers in the full moon, (because hoodlum gardens are always dark and you can't see except for astronomy)
Creatures, Especially ridiculous ones. My friend Jasmin has a chihuahua-maltese cross. Jasmin says "she is tiny and pathetic and I love her." This is true. The doglet loves me, also.
I have a dead spider in a jar, because I am science. I also have a portrait of Chopin that talks to me. Chopin had a lover who called him 'my beloved little corpse' as a term of endearment.
Melancholy music, for when you are manic, or hypomanic. Nine Inch Nails made some once they were famous and could do whatever the fuck they wanted without having to make money.
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