Tim Barrus Blog
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There Is A Bike Store in Chimney Rock
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I only own two sets of clothes. One Bag. I have waited naked in many laundromats. The bag sits up on my lap. We had to push as much of Andrew’s stuff into the bag as we could. “You can buy a new toothbrush.. I would say, “You don’t need…
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I MET ANDREW IN THE BIKE SHOP
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I am a fucking communist. No one at the New York Times wants to believe I am a fucking communist but I do not write for them, and if you cum along Riding Shot Gun on a dirt bike out of Idaho. It’s about the smoke. No helmet can help…
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In Bondage Fit Tight As A Drunken Sailor’s Neck
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I am a communist. I ran. I ran away from camp. A religious camp. My actions were not their fault. I ran away from fervid religion. I ran away from religion. I ran away from sex. I ran away from sex. You are thinking: how…
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Electromagnetic Radiation
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Daw is with Random House. The one in mid-town which is not affiliated or is affiliated with any damn thing. It is and it isn’t. Demented. The Holy Grail. Is but a cup. The ace of spades is what most gamblers who come in here with their strut boots on…
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But Karma’s a Trip
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I Love Anons. Why AreThey So Often Snowflakes.
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Why Is There a Cougar In the Kitchen
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Creativity is to listen to the sound of scratching, and your entire body begins to burn. How to make the complicated simple. It’s important to arrive at the act of explaining, but never explain. Let it speak for itself. Then, walk away. You did it. It’s finished. It’s never finished.…
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vous léchez ce délicieux trou et l’aimez
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baise moi dans la bouche
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The French in America. Like a good French boy, he had taken Le-American-Speak, or the part of high school that is used to titillate American adolescents that they, themselves, are actually super-heros who run around the alleyways of downtown literate Gotham in their underpants. I never kid. They have to…
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Thieves. Again.
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