I hate making lists, holes in my rainboots, the last sip of a cup of coffee, television, and cantaloupe, but I love innocence, paint, Oliver Postgate, wildflowers, film, Edward Estlin Cummings, jazz music, and Jesus Christ.  Some call me the gangster of love.

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