Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: 2LiveABarrenSubstanceInsideaNeedWhoseGriefOfTwentyShadowsIsNotGrief
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I am a communist. I am a lurid communist. You cannot wring blood from a hermitage. You cannot sleep with infidels. Whose flesh unseen the ruined temples of a king.
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Tim Barrus: Now, That Our Mouths and Throats Are Filled With the Dust From Bones Thousands of Years of Bones.
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Comments are like hearing a shotgun somewhere in the woods of It All Happened Before I Got Here. Sound itself.
Always a Threat As Sure as Death. What torment is cunning. What love, you old fool, is the body or the book. That subtle knot which hangs us by their…
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Tim Barrus: Maybe we could all just crank it up a notch. The poor become the Middle Class. The rich go straight to suicide.
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I am a communist. I do not care for Americans. Do all Americans have to tell these resolution lies. I vow this year to be rich. While the rest of us are busy surviving Americans. Anything but binary. The lecturing voice and the finger waving in my face. All puffed…
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Tim Barrus, the New York Times
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Tim Barrus and the New York Times
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Tim Barrus: Often, it’s arrogance itself that would marginalize us at every step, every step, there is a Mitch McConnel inside your head.
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I am a communist. Capitalism fails. Property Real estate is ephemeral. It can be washed away. It can be burned to the ground. It can slide down a hill. Government can build a road through it. Gas wells. Oil wells. None of this needs your permission. Floods move it a…
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Tim Barrus: The Bad Truant Children All Have Cameras and They’ve Been Watching
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You would brush all the summers by your conflicts with desire. Your children were jumping on my couch today. Make them stop. Go home, Woman, and take your rug rats with you.
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TIM BARRUS: JEEPS NEED REPAIRS
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This is the Jeep we used in the construction of the Free Clinic we built that has burned to the ground. A lot of people who cannot afford to wait around for all the necessary bullshit permissions wait around a lot. The boys called it the Fuck Bucket.
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tim barrus: and in the wake of another wave of sabotage
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Isolation on any map.
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tim barrus: for me, it was just a distant land
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The yellow glow of the porch light attracted moths and men.
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tim barrus: even the air hurt
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