Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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I knew they would go after Delta-8. The normals fuck us in the ass, and we are supposed to show appreciation for the fuck. The normals are just one species. They like milk toast. Tea and crumpets. The card game, fish. You could use the word lame, it’s okay. Just…
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Tim Barrus: As Individuals, We Are Not Unique
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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It’s not working. There has to be a better way. Their building reminds me of a Soviet bomb shelter. The rich take care of the rich and the justices are rich. Ask anyone. It’s not that we know. But we know we know. You’re going to arrest me because I…
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Tim Barrus, The Places Where We Used to Live
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I used to sleep in a grey sleeping bag with cowboys on the flannel inside of the sleeping bag with my pistols and plastic soldiers and one guy had a sword. I still wish I had a sword. The bad kids didn’t live down the dirt road. We were the…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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Paper over. Not just cracks here and there. Attic’s, too, and all the sinks that could wish the stench away. The Supreme Court has sprinted over a hundred lines in the sand. The sand is over it. In one fell swoop, the Supreme Court made itself irrelevant. Personally, I do…
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Tim Barrus, AppalachiaTown
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Dogs in the back. They have my scent. Blow corndust at the dogs from your outstretched hand. Wiisssshhhhhhh.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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I am pushing the idea of comments and what does this mean, comments. Gatekeepers are impotent to fight back. So they go subversive. Popeye was right. Spinach and olive oil. Fought off entire armies because he was a strong zealot grouch to the Coliseum with them. The Tigers await. Predation…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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Silencing comments is where it all begins. There is no ending anyone else is aware of.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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People are crazy. Krazy Daisey dazed and confused as shit. I don’t read comments if they apply to me. I go off on people but I am swallowing my autistic Asperger’s Tongue They Might. I send this stuff out and there it goes into the Upper-Middle-Caste of the cast of…
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Tim Barrus, Dirt Bike Town
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Softer in those rooms of sleep, the demon has arrived to lick you clean.