Faith talk.

It's confession time.
I am in love with typography.
I don't believe in mainstream music.
I don't believe in live recordings.
I don't believe in melting snow unless there is a flower coming up beneath it.
I believe in coffee in the morning.
I believe in hope.
I believe in daydreaming.
I don't believe in loneliness.
I believe fear is real and alive.
I believe fear can be destroyed.
I don't believe in hypocrisy.
I believe in integrity.
I don't believe in tart frozen yogurt.
I don't believe in little girls being taken from their families by brain tumors.
I don't believe in fathers dying and leaving their family lost and confused.
I believe in comfort.
I believe in warm beds.
I believe in electric blankets.
I believe in woodstoves.
I believe love can conquer all.
I believe this too shall pass.
I don't believe in store-brand oreos.
I don't believe in store-brand chips.
I believe in everything bagels.
I believe in truth.
I believe in Shweppe's Ginger Ale.
I don't believe in cold feet.
I don't believe in broccoli.
I believe in acoustic music.