Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
The very idea that conservatives can be “cultural warrors” is fraught with problems. Like the nature of reality.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Tips will never buy you a life.
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Tim Barrus: Your House Sails Away
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Tim Barrus: Come Nightfall
Come nightfall. The memory of words burning down forgetfulness at the very end. This is where the mausoleum itself smells of ravages. I have found a tree I can build a treehouse in.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Segregation is just one branch that slavery built. Alabama is an evil place of ships they make them in Alabama and sea to shining sea. That sea is heating up. How is it a fiction that any species with any curiosity at all or an atomic molecule for a brain…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I Was Fucking Him Then He Died So. Like. The dude under you just died. You have permission to leave Dodge. I would just go. The movies would have you rolling the body up in the dining room carpet. I hope you got paid. I would never look for a…
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Tim Barrus: I Lived Here Because I Liked How The Light Slipped Through The Window
Not everyone in Appalachia lives in a hollow in a trailer. Fuck the stereotype. There can be an archive of poverty porn in your face if you are attempting to see Appalachia the way it actually is. There are a lot of old Civil War era brick buildings and people…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I read this stuff about work, all I can do is shake my head. Work will not set you free. It will cage you. It’s called slavery. How bad is it. Here’s how bad it is. It’s really hard (but it can be done) to aspire to be a slave…
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Tim Barrus: Pisgah Stream
My favorite fish (poached in Jack Daniels) is the brown trout. Pisgah Stream goes right by the cabin and the brown trout appear to be feeding on mosquitoes in the evening when the witching hour comes like rust upon the wind where the nettles and the willows in their orphanage…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
HIV has disappeared from lips and print. We beat it. Where do Americans live. We are still talking about Our words are lofty. Our reality, less so.