Thousand bucks says if this had happened five years later, everyone in the room would have broken their jaws trying to suck his cock:
I’m a fan.
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.
Why is it the so-called defenders of the white race are always the worst examples of it?