Jeff Keisling

Home schooled. I can recite all 43 U.S. Presidents in reverse order, but I don't play well with other children.

Cock Mobster

International Union of Mensa Rejects (local 101)

rain water and grain alcohol. Loitering with intent.

East of Eden, Mailer, Graham Greene, Fathers and Sons, Curious George Goes to the Zoo, books that start with the letter P, books located behind the counter at 7-Eleven, the Best of Maxim Magazine.

The Killers, Rope, Le Samourai, Magnolia, Taste of Cherry, Hud, Pickpocket, Zabriske Point, All About Eve, Petulia, Cassavettes, Leonard I-IV, VI.

Cooler than your favorite music, trust me.

Anything that contributes to my obesity/stupidity and gradually saps my vital fluids.

I want to meet the man who wrote this: "[the reporter] chars the inside of his body in order to scrape up news which can go out to the machine, that enormous machine, that intellectual leviathan which is obliged to eat, each day, tidbits, gristle, gravel, garbage cans, charlotte russe, old rubber tires, T-bone steaks, wet cardboard, dry leaves, apple pie, broken bottles, dog food, shells, roach powder, dry ball-point pens, grapefruit juice. All the trash, all the garbage, all the slop and a little of the wealth go out each day and night into the belly of that old American goat, our newspapers...he is forbidden by a hundred censors, most of them inside himself, to communicate any notion that is not conformistically simple, simple like plastic is simple, which is to say monotonous. He forms a habit equivalent to lacerating the flesh: he learns to write what he does not naturally believe...a nation that forms detailed opinions on the basis of detailed fact which is askew from the subtle reality becomes a nation of citizens whose psyches are skewed, item by detailed item, away from any reality.

see above.