golf. satanic revelationary analysis. hypersynoptic anal dysfussional lavaginatoric peckeroposis. other shit too.
a cruise missile face to face
who cares.music's stupid.
None of them
TV's are for target practice
Slaughterhouse 5, some Faulkner shit, T.S. Eliot because I'm a closet artfag....again, who cares. and you'll never impress me with what you read. reading is a passive activity you bonehead.
God's Aide de Camp on the day he sent Lucipher to Hell and Robert Trent Jones. My Dad's cool too. And any dog that can eat shit with people watching.