Tim Barrus Blog
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And Give To Dust What Belongs To Dust
That makes calamity calamity. Between heaven and the knives. The indifferent children, disappointed they do not know disappointed. They do not know disappointment. They are the disappointed. If I had it all to do over again, where would I even start. I would beg to start as stillborn. Throw the…
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seeds
I am a communist. Donald Trump is a hot air balloon that flies over his nursing home window, and they have to prop it up so the balloon can do a flyby and Don can salute. Everything I said was going to happen has happened and exactly in the way…
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Fucking Hard Work.
I CAN ONLY DEAL WITH THESE KIDS ONE ON TWO.
At a time.Two because bogus accusations are a dime a dozen these days, sexuality can be irrelevant. So not the issue. All your pretty little jobs are pretty irrelevant in the face of crippling, breathtaking lawsuits where claimants are getting…
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Mainly, You Feel the Power of the Bike Through Your Hands
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SKATE FOR YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE
I am a communist. It is not a crime. Territory is a To believe we can do better, to understand that the recent past was a duplicate of the past of the HereAndNow which is a contradiction, and we are taking decades to construct a social environment, social context, sociocultural…
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How Does A Reader At The New York Times Get Away With Saying They Know Someone (me) They Have Never Met
I have a rule. Do not argue with readers at the New York Times. I get to break the rule because I made it. I just don’t recognize who they are talking about as if one thing came before the other so obviously there is some kind of undiscovered reason…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I am a communist. Sex and kids. Generals and Government. Gears and go-betweens. Diapers and diplomacy. It would be just too easy to cherrypick. But someone axed the cherry tree down. It’s dead. It’s been dead for over a century. But pick away at it, they do and they will.…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
https://twitter.com/lukewilliamsxxx/status/1419810615007358976?s=20
It is the sun that drapes the summer. The one we are walking down a path of lush green that will look differently soon enough as you will amble through it shoeing some of the leaves and snow away. How is it that we sexualize the very thing that…
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There Is A Bike Store in Chimney Rock
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
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…