Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. No. Thing.
PEOPLE I WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO:Monk Lewis / Arthur Rimbaud/ G G Allin/ Joe Dallesandro (back in the day)/ Isidore Ducasse (aka Comte de Lautreamont) / Antonin Artaud/ Anthony Perkins/ Syd Barrett/ Adrian Grenier/ Franz Schubert/ Malcolm McDowell (back in the day)/ Salvador Dali (back in the day) Hm. Almost all these people are dead. I guess that makes me a quasi-necrophile. Kinkyyyyy! Me likes! But I ask you seriously, what self-respecting fag poet doesn't want to dig up Rimbaud's beautiful corpse and give it to him in the butt? I'll bet he still looks amazing. I'll bet his ass is still as perfect as ever... maggots notwithstanding... [wiping drool from chin]
Everything and nothing: that is, everything that nobody else likes and nothing that everybody else likes. You may say I'm shallow, but you're wrong. I'm on, like, a higer plane than you, like, totally.
alot of Horror/sci-fi... alot of Comedy... a few Westerns... a few dramas/action movies... maybe one or two musicals... Everything else is a steaming pile of shit and should be destroyed, along with anyone who likes it.
The Simpsons, and....... The Simpsons. That's about it. Maybe a couple of other shows.
The ones that will one day be published about me (especially the really nasty sensationalistic ones), and the Holy Bible.
nuns, weirdos, evil dictators, Monty Hall, transvestites throughout history, guys with big dicks, Galileo's landlord (if he had one)