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Little things like bbq sauce on french fries, why would you do that? Riding down roads and streets with manhole covers and storm drains, there aren't any houses, or people. Naked subdivisions. As scattered as it sometimes is I rarely lose a sock, they aren't always right there in a pair but they are usually together, eventually. I have THAT fascination with high things; cliffs, buildings, balconies, wondering if I could make the jump. To whatever, land it and walk away, unhurt. It's always been there, fascinated with the height of things. It all clicks with ease, sometimes the alignment blows my mind.