I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.

I have a self-proclaimed weakness for fame and ambition. I possess exhibitionist tendencies, love to sing Thom, Buckley, Martin and Mayer to myself along the tune of my pathetic $200 Fina acoustic. My favourite subjects are closely intertwined with Le Femme Fatale, legs and ( Read more... )

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