Gratification, beauty/art, amorism, dissolution, dominance, language, pretension, self-pity, the subjugation of female perfection, fantastic things, narcissism, absurdity, things I've neglected to mention, and Tessa and her photography project.
Well, I would like to meet someone who's appetite for rigor and abasement matches my own desire to inflict it upon them. At present the physical prerequisites for such an individual are extremely specific, though I suppose it outwardly possible that a particularly exceptional person could expand my taste to include their own attributes and idiosyncrasies, however doubtful that may be. Of course, what I have just described would roughly adumbrate the nigh perfect person required to disengage me from the slough of despond in which I reside and have for some time now. However, that is not to say that I won't insouciantly abuse most anyone out of curiosity and for the sake of crude amusement, and of course to expand upon the list of enormities I've inflicted upon the people who have been fortunate or unfortunate enough to find themselves assenting to my caprices for whatever reason.
Crying children and bathwater.
Coed Fecal Fiasco, Lebanese Asphyxiatorium, Piss Mop III, World's Wackiest Cesarean Sections, Crack Whore (The original), Fuck Pigs 1, 3, and 6...
No.
Lovecraft Mythos, The 120 Days of Sodom & Other Writings.