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About Me

!...bassist, guitarist, vulture, madman, hedonist, amorist, hammerer, painter, printer, drinker, cook, lion, geek, writer, spaceman, tinkerer, fixer, collector, digger, driver, diver, fire, flier, conundrum, man, and party animal. notice i did not say sleeper; I dream with my eyes open.

I remove fat and flesh from bone,
king from throne,
I have a hand in fate, not yours
but mine alone
Walk miles where my foot is first
and stand like stone
through storms that do their worst
to remain where fear has trod:
I've cut the turves on hope's green sod.
In the Wild and the City
amoung the ruined and the pretty
I've stalked smiling like some reaper cat
hunting out all I seek
let nothing stop or make me meek.
You could ask a 1000 questions
and a 1000 answers take
and still not know for sure
really who is Jake.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

..Anyone who lives their movie, smiles while they're at it, and doesn't care who's watching. Cats who look for more than they can see, don't take no for an answer, and can kill time like it's going out of style. Folks that can handle knives in a kitchen, talk like pirates, and run around the globe as if they owned it.
Wer lebt ihre Film lächelt während sie es, und nicht wer ist gerade. Katzen, die sich für mehr, als sie sehen können, nicht nicht für eine Antwort, und kann tödlich Zeit sein wie es geht aus dem style. Folken kann Messer in der Küche, sprechen wie Piraten, und Lauf rund um den Globus als ob sie im Besitz ist. Ja, mein deutsch zehr schlect ist.
Marilyn was more than just a pretty face...aren't you?
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My favorite quotes:
Polish from the city, wisdom from the desert.
What senses do we lack that we cannot hear and see another world around us?
Smart ass is allergic to dumbass.
If you doubt, then there's no doubt.
Is that you?

My Blog

High O (oxygen)

freaks are living! in the shadowstheir eyes are burning, the sand's alivesomething's happen all the timebut you wouldn't know it if you stay so shyput your hand in the box of firedon't taste the needl...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 13:20:00 GMT

charles at the bar

bullfights, bedrooms, bourbonwash's been hanging on the line so longeach piece of laundry a grape, now bleachingin the sun and out of timestumbling from close to opendressed in rags, ripped in fightsb...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 12:43:00 GMT

Lips in Love

slipping close, the tongues get tied and in a knot remainlips that taste so freshly peached, pinched sweet with lovely painlike light so bright after long cold clouds have lingered longsome spring, so...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 10:41:00 GMT

Swang.

i don't mind, you can say anythingi let it ring, and you say nothingi put my hand in the flame just to feel okyou tell me, 'baby, this is just a game'staring off into spaceyou never know who won till ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Apr 2009 22:53:00 GMT

Playing, hacking, chopping, drawing, sawing and outlawing!

Hi kids!!!I've been on my butt for most of the last three weeks, but you wouldn't know why if you hadn't seen me at the Parish or Flamingo Cantina lately, the only few places I've been at all. The re...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Mar 2009 12:25:00 GMT

Totemic Verbiage! You know you need it!

...Playing scavenger these days; getting creative with badly worn, outdated furniture, fixing what other people can't or won't. It's part of the philosophy of my business, recycling at its best. Eve...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 10:58:00 GMT

more than one way to skin a chair

in my world there is either feast or famine.i have embarked upon the ultimate chase of the American Dream - to be an entrepreneur! utilising my limited experience sewing and stapling, and a whole l...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 21:37:00 GMT

the blogic.

short and sweat - a blog about blogging.really to say, that i've started a couple of blogs, one for prose and one as a sketchbook diary.http://jakesvultureculture.blogspot.com/http://blogicm agic.blogs...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 09:35:00 GMT

thinking about myself. for myself. by myself.

Some kids have asked me this question that I find pretty annoying - why do you look so sad?The shocking, horrible answer is......[gong show drumroll here]................................ that I'm bore...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 08:57:00 GMT

Rare Tastes

can't trust a clock to tell, dusk to dawn is all the samenot late, just now, we twist, together danger's gamefour fencing eyes, matchlit, tonguetied, chafed at the bithungry for more than taste, finge...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 06:22:00 GMT