Tim Barrus Blog
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I Could Not Find My Voice Or My Blog
You Have Blinded Me This entire missive has been written on a phone. Kinda like as it happens because I simply cannot look people in the eye. I appear to be typing because I am writing a book and I know where all the ATMs are. If you haven’t ridden…
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Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town
Every time I turned around, there he was. We never talked about it. We had plans. We were going to ride our dirt bikes everywhere. I have slept with him in tents. In rain. Snow. Blowing sand. I never noticed him because I am an asshole. A complete asshole. He…
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Tim Barrus: My Mouth Is Weed And Apples.
Riding The Corkscrew
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Tim Barrus: The Dude Is Out
They were lots of fire, dust, and behaving as if they travel through the astonishing two-split experiment where electromagnetic radiation – photons – came to fall into your earth of second selves.
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Tim Barrus: The Dark In Dirt Bike Town
Photos with too much light blind me. The white escapes. It feels like an adventure film is pushing me aside to disappear from existence with a snap. I seek something darker to look at. And I seek to make all darkness my default. Just going about my stupid day. Taking…
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Tim Barrus: Religion is One Ominous Thing. Truth Is An Ominous Thing. My Truth Is Nothing You Can Know. Why Are You Here.
I have never embraced the Anthro-Rhetoric that would have us in some kind of odd thrall with the cultural power of the myth. The fairy tales are not our future. The fairy tales are always our future. Governments of Homo sapiens have brought us divisions we supposedly can live with,…
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Tim Barrus: I Have Always Wanted To Stay Somewhat Hidden
This house was always removed. Houses are like the people who live in them. And the people who live in them live inside themselves.
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Tim Barrus: You Were A Beast Of Burden
i drag those memories across any stage that would have me and let me explain/ my bar stool, if you’re going to have a bar stool, but no bar, you can at least have one refreshing cocktail and I explain to you that I did not know who I was…
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Tim Barrus: Checking Out
You suck off the Motel Night Clerk so there it is. One room, one night. And who is there to make sure we really leave. It had a shower which is why we were there. She had those black fingernails.
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Tim Barrus: His Class
They will tell you they live in the Land of No. They do not live in the Land of No. They live in the Land of A Lot. I want to get them back in the room before the halls get crazy again. They do not change classes. This is…