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A Rake's Complaint

About Me



Lover Lover Lover
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAtB5VNsCKI





My Interests

I'd like to meet:

"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love...

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Oxford Street, Selfridges by ~ stjohnthegambler on deviant ART

"He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is a caress of the hill. His track is a drawing in the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock...

"His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shapes of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love."

'Beautiful Losers', Leonard Cohen

My Blog

In Hiding

http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/2009/06/15/marriage...Powered by ShareThis
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 06:46:00 GMT

Spider

There is a Spider in my dreams Long and Silent is His name Cold as lightning is His smile Final is His sting His curse is deep as seven skies Boys, I wouldn't tell you lies The Legends say H...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 05:46:00 GMT

YOU FOOL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYJDHg8boKA
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 02:25:00 GMT

"it's Totty!" . the fix

s.d.e
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 11:58:00 GMT

sweating in a dinnerjacket blues

what am i going to do?didn't take my pill this morning like i usually do
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 22:33:00 GMT

take him back to nyc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_Ny7oCzm_4
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 00:39:00 GMT

a song for

"Ribbons of Love: please keep me true sane before I reach home on the morrow my Skies, getting far: my Ground's getting close: my Self going crazy the way that it does" TVZ
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 23:22:00 GMT

POEM

I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blooms like tumours on our lipsit is because I hea...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 08:26:00 GMT

the day when uncle wrote the Dream. revisited

in my book I wrote a dreamthat grew, projected on a screenI dipped my brush in ink and drewa little world, in green and blue.I wrote a song for them to singin counterpoint, my men of stringwith m...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 19:30:00 GMT

ROT

[bare springtime]time latertheir ancestors resettledthe old homesteadto try againmy mother is scattering poppy seedsi'm off to the woods to forage for trufflesdad's gone nuts and built an altarthe tre...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 00:09:00 GMT