June 25, 2005gotta love the Doll-Meat
Timothy Luman Martin Jr. was born on May 12th, 1975; in Murfreesboro TN. His mother was a school teacher and his father an electrician studying to be a doctor. Though most of his childhood was a blur, he remembers numerous beatings from his father as well as verbal and emotional abuse. One incident was the direct result of Timothy playing with a doll. He also remembers being pecked on the head by a crow after playing with her child who had fallen from its nest. Once, around the age of five, he rode in his crib that he had not slept in since the age of two, as two movers carried it out to the moving van; for a moment he felt safe. The beatings continued until around the age of thirteen, when he started fighting back. Around this time he renounced the teachings of Christ and stopped speaking in tongs. Shortly after this he decided he was bisexual, drank a beer, smoked a joint, and tripped on LSD. At the age of sixteen, he had his first sexual experience in a red pick up truck. At seventeen he spent two months in Europe, thought he fell in love, and canceled a trip as a foreign exchange student to Australia because he thought he found “ the One” here in the U.S. At the end of this two month relationship it was too late too reverse the cancellation, so he finished high school early and moved to New Orleans, then New York (where he was raped at nineteen), then Seattle ( where he changed his name to Roy Wyatt Batty), then LA. He has had lots of sex, was addicted too cocaine, has tried heroin and most other drugs at least once, and has been in at least two abusive relationships. He moved to Nashville when his grandmother died. He currently lives on her farm and attends Watkins college. I’ve not yet decided what I think of his writing. But his subject mater consists of strange mechanical animals, random moments and boys he wants to fuck. His interests include domestic violence and other disturbing behavior.
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When I noticed it I turned down the radio. I was right. There it was. Tick…'Tick…'Tick…' I’m sick of this goddamn car. The windows don’t work. The blinkers blink at different speeds. The head lights don’t work, except the high beams, and they only work in the temporary position so, I have to wedge two Mexican coins behind the lever to drive at night. Mexican, because I’ve spent all my other coins. I pulled into a gas station and popped the hood, nothing. It came from behind the radio so, I tu... read moreThu, July 19, 2007 - 3:54 PM permalink - 0 comments
David Wojnarowicz read works from his writing, as a benefit for Needle Exchange, at the Drawing Center in New York City in 1992 shortly before his death.
If I had a dollar to spend for healthcare I'd rather spend it on a baby or innocent person with some defect or illness not of their own responsibility; not some person with AIDS..." says the healthcare official on national television and this is in the middle of an hour long video of people dying on camera because they can't afford the limited drugs available that might extend their lives and I can't even remember what his official looked like because I reached in through the T.V. screen... read moreThu, August 18, 2005 - 5:55 PM permalink - 0 comments
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.Wed, August 17, 2005 - 5:43 PM permalink - 1 comment
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are... read more
If a man by causing pain to others, wishes to obtain pleasure for himself, he, entangled in the bonds of selfishness, will never be free from hatred.Tue, August 16, 2005 - 2:33 PM permalink - 3 comments
Let a man overcome anger by love, let him overcome evil by good; let him overcome the greedy by liberality, the liar by truth!
For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time; hatred ceases by not-hatred, this is an old rule.
Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked; by these three steps thou will become divine.
Let ... read more
Chapter 1Fri, June 24, 2005 - 11:36 AM permalink - 0 comments
He can’t shake the rabbit. Nor can he shut it up unless he removes himself from all social situations. They’re best friends now. The rabbit, being mechanical, had no need for anyone else. Russell knows no one, other than Ian, capable of being around the rabbit for more than five minuets; therefore, usually, it’s just Russell and the rabbit.
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