Tim Barrus Blog
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Dirt Bike Town
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GoingRogue
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Going Rogue
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Going Rogue
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i cannot sing
Going Rogue means you cannot sing so you gave it up if can imagine giving up singing songs only you knew. A penetration of the five cents a copy, absurdly petulant lips rushed white sullenly like an ashen tinge to everybody’s bones. We were your skull. The life you leaned…
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Going Rogue
Learning how to protect yourself (usually from perceived bullies) is one way to increase confidence among children who have none. Bring out the boxing gloves. I think that this kind of “teaching moment” should be extended to girls. But what the fuck do I know. It’s hard enough to facilitate…
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still, he does have a gun in your mouth
The Red Army and you are the diva of the whiskey pool table times ten. You said you knew what you were doing. We are so much past that, now. No one knows what they are doing. Not you. Not me. Not French TV. The Old Incarnation Ritual. And then…
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sun glasses
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Going Rogue
the old incarnation, and then some peyote with the poets, who are you this time, pills and spills, blings and things, i was there that night you pierced your vagina with a silver ring/ glistens some say it’s been done with frost/ to dream a net made of stinging nettles/…
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esta era la habitación en la que te volviste loco