Ummmm, yes. I am interested. (looks around).

If you think I'm going to actually be serious here and write wtf I like to do or say or sing or hear, touch, feel, or feel, or feel, or feeel, orr fel,..bleep, bleep, feeeel, orggg feeeeel,scuuppt, bleeep, scduuuutffffft, feeeeel, r fell..r,..r,..r,....feele rrr, feel_Rz, Rzzzcogggg nott....Issac?...sculllllmmmp, Issac?....wtfff, scrrrr damnnn bit....Issaaaaaccc...?

.....and staying active. I like long walks around the lakes and holding hands. I enjoy yoga and ethnic cooking too.
Serious friends should be very oral, static free, ground-plug chested, and be certifieded to the latest
ISO-UPYOASS-101 standard.

Ok...for real? I don't do a freakin thing....nada, ZeRo! I generally look at ppl with utter distain. PPl disgust me and I make sure I look at them with a solid stone face so they automaticly want to stay tf away from me, me, me, meee, meee, meeee, meeee, meeeeh, mmeeeeeeggtgleeee, ....ohhhh...dam bit........

Romeo Void
Rob of the Zombie
Gary Numan
Elect
Tran
More I will list later.

My personal faves are:
Apocolypse Now (FFC)
1970, Romeo And Juliet
Repo Man (Ameleo Estavese sp)
One Flew Over The CooCoos Nest
PeeWees Big Adventure
The 10 Commandments
Interview With A Vampyer
The Original, "Dracula"
FFCs, "Dracula"
Deep Throat, 1972 w/Linda L.
20,000 Leagues Under The Sea


As in some Nazi dick over running my mind.

[Movies are for the mind that seeks entertainment in replacement of thoughs, ideas, emotions, values, sexuality, and consice endings to fictional or not; human experiences. It is for the mind seeking approval of behaviors, positive or negative. To those who adopt behavior rather than nurture it. People cannot think for themselves]

Billy. He's the only one I know of. (looks around again)

Oh! I don't know if this is/was what you call an idol; but it had a very remarkable, everlasting, sharp, unmistakeable bright light impression on my entire psychi.
When I was 9yo I negotiated my very own BB gun. Yep, I just saw all of you out there shaking your heads. "omg no! Not a BB gun! He's going put his eye out!" This was close to that. It was a birds eye and some more. My brothers and I were in the neighbors barn, I steathily walking slow. Looking I was, for the first thing that didn't resemble a brother, to move. To betray itself so I could kill it and like with 30 shots if needed. There was a pigeon nest up high in the beams. "Omg...did you see that?" I shouted to by older brother David. "I just saw the MOTHER of all pigeons land in that nest". "Well shoot it, shoot it!" he exclaimed. That was right, shoot the piss out of the poor fing thing till it droppped dead at your feet looking at you with that smile. You know, that DEAD THING SMILE.
So I did...pop, cock, pop, cock...then a refill of 30 more rounds of the deadliest Copper Coated BBs available at Our Own Hardware. After the 3rd refill was made up to round 72, down came that bastard pigeon just like in the cartoons. It was still alive when we ran up to it. It was bloody. It was very bloody.....bloodier than most and I would almost say Devine Intervention Type Bloody. I picked it up by it's back and held it with it's feet up. It's eyes were blinking, they were all bloody and blinking at me. I actually heard this bird say to me, "please don't hurt me anymore; please, please don't hurt me....let me go please, I have my babies to take care of." I shit you not! Nobody else heard this, just me. I threw the pigeon on the ground and shot several more times to kill it dead. It did make on last effort, but only by looking at me through those blood soaked eyes. I was almost going to throw-up from the emense amout of emotion I was feeling. Why did I have to shoot the damn bird in the first place? Ohhh man, I looked back, it was there, face down now and silent. I remember thinking, "man, this bird is really tough. I've loaded him up with a lot of BBs and he's not dropping."
Well, it became very clear as to why. She, the Mother Of All Pigeons had 4 babies that she had to protect. Protect from....ME! We found the four chicks in their nest. Their mouths were open and they were chirpping, screaming..."Mom, we;re fucking hungry here!" I knew. It sunk in and ripped at my psychi. Of course I didn't even know what the hell a psychi was then, but still. I felt it like you do when you get a shot of novocaine. Sometimes it feels like your skin in your mouth is ripping instead of being pierced. Uh hu, that feeling. Her eyes were my vision and thought as we walked out of that barn leaving the chicks behind. She did not, matter the pain. She did not see that she was dying. She did not understand that I senselessly, mortally wounded her and was determind myself to my end. All she knew was she was in trouble and she had to protect her young. It was a flat out denial! Denial that there was any other outcome to this matter. Her plea to release her free didn't make any difference as she was bleeding to death. She was hurt, hurt bad. She felt all the pain, I watched. Yet above this all, she had her primary purpose and there was nothing going to stop her.

That Pigeon is my Idol. Without any hesitation.