Tim Barrus Blog
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orphaned by the tide
in some place of sun/ the light spills dancing on your work/ the quick day is just an accent of bones and dust/ even the word work is more drainage than sweat but sweat, too/ i need room to think/ i need equivalent deserts of the sky in pain/ ripped…
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inmate
from what i have heard today, all the ships will arrive on time/ having to take a shit in front of us other inmates in the cell was a big problem for honeybunny because we liked to watch/ we made him spread his legs and you do, boy, whimper like…
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contorted
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Another Remembering
Nous n’avons rien fait, mais à pied des plages intégralité de cette année. Même en hiver, nous étions à pied des plages. Vous dites que vous ne m’en souviens pas. Vous dites que cela n’est jamais arrivé. Je ne crois pas que vous ne m’en souviens pas. Qu’est-ce que vous… -
i do not remember making this but i supposed we did i don’t remember much past 2 days
the past guarantees nothing -
You Will Never Understand
you were managing a mammoth, high impact portfolio mister big shot couldn’t shoot his cum unless he paid me to beat him up -
i really love it and it’s making me money
the report is all verbatim our exit interview sucked dick given the same weight we are all acrobats -
your pain what pain your pain
he denied he was in pain i ignored the fuck out of him i did eat his ass out though his life was an animal of stealth but i could always smell his desire long before he arrived -
TRISTAN
memory departs at night sullenly he was radiant -
pretty pictures of you
the hunger for voyages was in his face https://tim-barrus.format.com/tim-barrus/238927-i-opened-my-eyes