Tim Barrus Blog
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This Is Where They Threw Me Out Of The Car
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Suspendu à une chaîne. C’est une autre bête sauvage avec une grosse bite. Je suis le dernier encore indompté.
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The River Dragon In The BackYard
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Open Container.
I try to not think about those days. I blot it out damn spot, out.
Blood cemetary at 3am.
The lake. Always lakes.
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PIECES OF BONE
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Pride 101. “I knew, deep in my bones, that I was among my people.” I am glad you felt this. You should feel this. Because you can. Many of us who participated in marches from the past, never felt we were with our people because there were no people. What…
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My Friends Who Have Children
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The house itself is one hundred and twenty years old. Entire families. Grandma is buried in the back yard. You shared a bedroom with your brother. You shared a bed with your brother. You worshipped your brother. He was cruel and he hated you. It could not be undone. The…
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He is Not Defiant
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Dirt Bike Town Florist
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White tulips in the front meant all is well. Red roses in the front meant all is not well. Anything with baby’s breath meant run for your life. If you see too many red flags all at the same time, you can bet your skinny ass, someone has been tracking…
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THE BIKE TREMBLES BETWEEN MY LEGS
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New York Times
I am a Marxist for a reason.
It has a center. It is just. It doesn’t care what you think because it’s not about Karl Marx. It is one thing to explain capitalism, religion, racism and poverty. It is another thing to explore moral vacuums, and corrupt…
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Fucking Dragons
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So it begins again. A pack of wolves numbering in the thousands, went on a rampage in Venice Beach. Coyotes would attack a car. The wolves had eaten all the dogs. The big cats ate the little cats. Mountain lions ate themselves. Migration was from here to there. Entire populations.…
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Life Forms From a Martian Sea in Seas
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The Lurid Book Scene of the fifties and sixties both had to do with soft porn and titillation. Lurid books earned publishers a ton of money in the fifties and the sixties. Dirty, filthy books read by dirty, filthy Homo sapiens. It’s all breeding behavior. Just do whatever the fucking…
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I Know All the Secrets That You keep
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You know. You hear. You could guess. You were probably right, but you were never right about anything. Whores still loved him. You been talking in your sleep. All the State Secrets. I wanted them. I wanted State Secrets. Not chickenshit. He knew where the bodies had been buried. He…