| They keep expecting to see him. Timmy is my love. My life. He makes me. My soul. He controls me. My death. He ruins me. Timmy...is between the ages of 10 and 40. He is between the heights of 4"2 and 6"2. He weighs more than 100 pounds and less than 350. He is not white. He is not black. He is not hispanic. What can I tell you? His eyes.. are dark and empty. Empty.. yet when looking into them you can see more about yourself then you thought you knew. When he touches you... you feel complete...that one thing that had been missing in your life...no matter what it had been... its there and its more than you could have asked for. Timmy is locked away. Timmy is love. Timmy is life. Timmy is sanity. Timmy can only exist inside your minds. A human that you could never expect to be real.. is. I live for Timmy and for me he exist.. but will he ever let himself be shown to others? |
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