If the internet is a huge time sink – and it is – then message boards and social networking sites are equivalent to black holes.  I don’t have a LiveJournal page and Friendster can just fuck off.  A couple years ago I had a MySpace account for a couple months and the experience was incredibly stupid.  To this day I’ve never seen a major web site as poorly coded as MySpace was back then (I’m assuming someone at Fox eventually hired a group of programmers to beat Tom to death with chains).

So, for reasons I’m not going to bother going into, I just created a Facebook account.  I’m expecting this to be a short-lived experiment resulting in a deactivated account a few months from now.  In the meantime, if you’re on Facebook, look me up (tim at timothyx dot com).  And if you’re not, feel free to mock me, I won’t hold it against you.


Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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