body suspension/modification, BOXING, music, drinking, smoking, welding, painting, writing, reading,memerizing, seeing how long i can sustain somewhat normal behavior without sleeping, ramming shopping carts of tarantulas at fat kids in target, shootin "ma" guns,i also enjoy eating vegatarians, the ocean, the night, poetry, enslaving an SS family under my house in a make shift cage feeding them nothing but soap chips...., blood, white, black, red, traveling, WHISKEY! men,ruthless violence, women(only in the cage under my house), going to shows, eating chicken (which does indeed taste like chicken), tosino which also oddly tastes like chicken, classic cars, DRUMS, spoken word, g g allin, peggy lee my idol, devinaire of sinatra, genius of howard hughes and at least one of his distant relatives mr timothy hughes, words of henry rollins, simplicity of charles chaplin, mind exploration of sir james douglas morrison or just all those damn drugs he was fucked on over there somewhere in bat country ect ect you get the point, colonel kurtz, robert mason and his 1st cav, saint mother theresa and her fucked up feet,the guy who invented eggo waffles and the FULLY AUTOMATIC WEAPON, now we just need to put the two together and i can die happy.. mr rodgers and all the men women and inocent children he mercilessly killed in time of active duty in my great navy and for teaching me how to tie my shoes and button my sweater (altho i sometimes tend to forget how when intoxicated) in his later years, and many many other genius' of our time, your little sisters pussy, liquor, pussy liquor, needles preferably the ones with ink, bagpipes, hanging from hooks, breaking beer bottles on mine or others heads,MUSIC, people, the color green (dark green), old war films, my 1978 pontiac firebird sky bird edition fully restored by yours truley along with her 400 small block i think i just wet myself... her name is dixy, incoherency, fluency in 3 languages and almost in my own, nija turtles flippn gerbals smokin herbals jumpin herdals except for the herbals part i FUCKING HATE hippys it just rymed realy..i enjoy unloading a volcan cannon into small cities in vietnam, eating porkchops and apple sauce, brains, cat, fuck... damnit! i lost my train of thought. can i slit your vocal chords and train you to be in an all mime rendition of m*a*s*h* on ice? no realy i already got patrick swayze on board it ll be a swayze crazy extravaganza