hey. hello.

it is tim. and i am here.

i just wanted to let you know that it doesnt seem to defeat me. i may be less effective, but i am still the way that i was and the way that i have been for a long time. people turn thirty-two and people turn thrity-three and people turn thirty-four and they become more plain and they begin to blend in with their parents and it doesnt seem so terrible a thing to go to the mall to them anymore, but not me, i am still fucking here. i am still the way i have been, you motherfucker. i am still weirder than ever, just not writing it down so much, so what?

jesus christ turned thrity-three and then he died he couldnt take anymore and neither could anyone else. not me. i am lost in blurs, a thousand miles beyond the pulpit. i will last until thirty-five at least.

this is just a reminder that black sheeps are still in the midst. they came of age a long time ago,. the y know the tricks. there are none that are new. i will not deny the staleness but i fucking will deny the refutation.

i am not so sure what i am supposed to do, but i am patient and i will figure it out. there are other people to cause evils. there are other people to have babiesand there are other people to fall in love. there are other people to save the planet. there are other people to make wondrous inspirations. there are other people for the tops of towers and the bottom of seas. there are other people for parades and for ditches. there are other people to squander all of their times there are other people to explore their pillows there are other people to enlighten and/or detract the wandering legions. there are all sorts of others for those sorts of things.

maybe i am destined to figure it out and then keep it to myself.

there could be something great, but i know that i will go unnoticed, and that is okay. there is every corner of a deafening and vast ocean. but i am saying that i shall remain as exactly what i have wrought, by accident and virtue, despite practice to the contrary, despite society itself. despite brown and yellow. despite white black loud quiet. despite blurs or clarity or wars or peace, i am still weird in completely intangible fashions.

nobody has ever been weird like i have been weird.

and oh, how i continue,.