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I’m Tim, and this is my philosophy-culture-art-literature mag, which I’m creating with William Blake, a spirit who visits me every day for a walk and a chat. We will stroll around Hell, so you don’t have to, conversing on the issues of the day.

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I’m here to tell you about the future. Art comes from the future because you don’t (yet) know what it means…I’m here to tell you about art. I’m here to inspire you. A bow of burning gold with arrows of desire doesn’t need to shoot anyone. It’s so beautiful, erotic even, it just blows your mind. It inspires you. That’s what Blake means. That’s what I want.

Every week I’ll be posting something, with the help of my pal William Blake. We walk among the fires of Hell, chatting away about the dire state of things. I’ll relay this all to you on a regular basis. I’ll use this place as a doodle pad for future projects, not as a rehash of the past. Blake knows how to create in uncreative times. Times when People have their beady eyes on you. He knows how to find a world in a grain of sand. How to save a grain of sand from its fate of being stuck in an hourglass. All you have to do is know that you can keep one grain of time safe from Satan’s Watch Fiends. Then you have enough power to change everything.

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