bikerbutt

    Tim Barrus: New York Times      I am totally impotent. I am a communist. I am with Antifa. I ride a dirt bike. You are what you drive. The sky was grey with industrial poisons. Slavery had returned. There were kind masters and there were evil masters, and that is a…

The Woods Of Us

We had no empathy, no connection, no way to say to the men who raped us: “You raped us.” We only had rage for the women who enabled it. It was like walking around naked with ankle shackles. Why. I know all the serious theories. I know the psych profiles.…

upstairs in our bed

what sort of old stone house is this with its memories of the old people playing cards downstairs while we pretended sleep the kind of sleep lost somewhere between the morning and the mystical, the musical, and the misbehaved

I told My Stdents 2 Kill Themselves

An Excerpt From the New York Times and Going Rogue West Liberty High School, Iowa Most teachers had given up on the lot of them. The bad ones. The kids who fall between the cracks into the awesome, Great Divide. Great Divides are everywhere. It was about learning to debate.…

BOLIVIA

Dirt Bikes. La Paz.

Going Rogue

We roared through the GhostShip, America, on the big bike. It’s a great excuse for hanging on to someone with your motherfucker lives, and all your second selves, on the insides of your mouth. Just met a boy, just met a boy when He can come inside of my playpen…

going rogue

going rogue

GOING ROGUE

So dope. Last night we had to stop the bike, wrap ourselves in space blankets, smoke weed, and sleep on the ground. And then, it rained Of course it rained, of course, it rained, of course it rained. And it rained and it rained. We were too high to get…