Tim Barrus Blog
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There Are No Aliens
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Hollywood. Box office. As if, to spark our imaginations, what we buy is a paranoia of exploitation. Buy some plastic aliens for the kids. Homo sapiens have no problem destroying other species. We feed the fear of invasion (by Americans), facilitating fear of technology, corporate…
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the woods
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That Moment U Hear Sirens In the Distance
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A Tour Through a Pandemic On a Bike. Protest to Protest. City to City. Riot to Riot.
America Is a Culture in Crisis. I have no idea if this book is fiction or nonfiction. I have RAVNHPB4. One Of The Symptoms Is Neurological Hemorrhagic Dementia. Your bones dissolve inside you.…
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Pole To Pole
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The Raton pass, leaving Colorado South toward New Mexico is a teeth-grinding, mostly solid mumbojumbo disorientation much like LSD in the middle of the trip. Saturn spins twenty times the spin of the earth. Pole to pole dimensions a full 10% flatter than the middle. Mostly, what you see out…
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Dirt Bike Town
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New York Times
Homo sapiens become rich because Homo sapiens are greedy.
Is there anyone on the planet left who does not believe the rich are anything but ordinary. The rich are thieves, and they know it. They will kick your ass if you dare to articulate any ziggy signs…
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Dirt Bike Town
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GoingRogue: Dirt Bike Town
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We came and went at night. Four street cameras on every block. The Beautul Authority had insisted. We could fuck up their whole process by adding new colors to new helmets, and magic marker zigzaggs on the zigzaggs. Punk. Andrew had missed punk. Pity. We bought twelve at a time.…
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On My Bike: Oceanside 2 Seattle
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New York Times
If I said to my kid: You are getting vaccinated, go get on the bike, my kid would go get on the bike. If I said: You will be volunteering this week at the food bank, my kid would be at the food bank. I do not…
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Sometimes You Just Need The Fucking Money Why Can’t People Just Say That You What
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Never In One Place Too Long
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you were the magic of the moment/ it was a small cabin, after all/ who said there were easy answers/ i’m all the stories i write about/ how is that possible/ you don’t get it, you never did, you never will/ i’m supposed to have all these filters, the new…