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I like driftless sundays in bed, dreams allayed until they're just stains in the sheets, watching the beautiful strangers outside the window and whispering to you en franÃ§ais, "O mon prince, vous Ãªtes beau, mais regarderiez-vous le cul sur lui?"

I'd like to meet:

TrailBlazers:

Designated Drivers:
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...Et Tous Les CamÃ©lÃ©ons IndisciplinÃ©s:

Music:

Movies:

The Navidson Record.

Television:

brought to you
by the letter G

Books:

Stripping down to just the impossible damp of my briefs, I tuck in just below the window's ledge. My headphones leak M83's 'America' into my deaf left ear and the other. My restless breath ebbs, hoping to tow in just a scent of cloves from the woman next door. And then, like a crack through my sternum, I rend open 'Notre Dame des Fleurs' and quietly dissipate even as my fingers blister loudly against every acrid page.

Heroes:

My Blog

the scent of sea horses

His fingers dig beneath my shoulder blades, as if they could slip just under the bone to a place they might belong, as if he could gently rend them apart, and explore that landscape of my heart from a...
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Sat, 03 May 2008 07:12:00 PST

the cloud forest

Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 11:49:00 PST

belewe mone

Hair still damp against the pillow, tangled warm against my neck, I towel down the remains of a three am shower. Only now does the ache lull in, coursing lovely and slow, but nothing o so sweet as nig...
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 03:21:00 PST

tout semble meilleur en français

what do you mean asspony doesn't translate? i call bullshit on your language.
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 01:23:00 PST

my hidden skin

I dive deep. Skimming an inch off the bottom, cast low, it races, soaring under me. And for a moment that almost seems to bloom beyond, everything is banished. And the nothing is radiant.I arc up t...
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 11:50:00 PST

je vous nettoierai de tous vos héros...

dear baby new year: the snow was mesmeric. and still eleven months to go. i can't wait to see how you top last year's lego genius. i'm all but sitting on my hands....
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 01:13:00 PST

the fauna

be inspired..>...
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 11:39:00 PST

rimuova la giubba

last night i dreamed i had an interview with harvey weinstein in a rachitic little shack in the middle of a marsh on cape cod. we knew we were both fooling ourselves, since the population had been de...
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Thu, 24 Aug 2006 12:27:00 PST

the dromedary

an oldie but goodie for your wednesday
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 03:23:00 PST

the cutting edge

i did not win the johnny weir poetry contest. my father and my father's father are shamed. although that works well for me, i still wanted more of a win-win, where i win prizes and presents and one...
Posted by Tart Thieving Bastard on Mon, 22 May 2006 01:28:00 PST