Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: It Was Oblivious Middle of the Night It Was The Sprawling Science In the Trenches on the Benches of Dirt Bike Town
Don’t Wake Me Up I Am A Communist I am a communist. What I do not understand – I’m stupid – is how so many writers can zoom in on this kind of socialized abuse and never bring into the dialogue that while the journalism mixed with politics has so…
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Tim Barrus: How 2 Use Rivet In a Sentence
WHO CARES what someone says on a blog (fuck me) and I’m gonna go home and tell my mom. Mommie is dead. Guppy is dead. He was a fish. Who gives a flying fuck. In 1462, I drove a Mustang. I was twelve but I could pass for sixteen I…
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Tim Barrus: I Was In The Crowd in Wisconsin When the Killing Spree Went Down
I am with Antifa. America is a fascist country. I am a communist that the New York Times abuses on a regular basis. There are no black people who work as comment moderators. Talk, talk, talk. Our writing is evaluated by old white men who hate harder than I do.…
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PUT IT UP TAKE IT DOWN PUT IT UP TAKE IT DOWN PUT IT UP TAKE IT DOWN PUT IT UP TAKE IT DOWN PUT IT UP. THEN, BAN ME. AGAIN.
What the fuck.
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TYPICAL NEW YORK TIMES READER
YESTERDAY, THE NEW YORK TIMES PUBLISHED COMMENTS I MADE REGARDING THEIR LASER BEAM MACHINES AIMED AT MARS. AND THEY PUBLISHED IT. TWO HOURS LATER, THEY REMOVED IT. “THE COMMENT WAS MEAN TO US.” WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU, TEN. LATER IN THE DAY, IT WAS PUBLISHED. AGAIN. THEN, IT WAS…
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Tim Barrus: Disfigured Babies
I am a communist. One school of thought maintains pregnancy is an aberration. The pregnant woman is delusional. We don’t need her. We don’t need mommy. How many mommies are at the NYT. The first thing that should be done is break up the New York Times into microscopic irrelevance.…
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Tim Barrus: The Night Wears On
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The Watchmen Dreams of Entire Horizons
Sleep. Lullabye. We all have reasons. I imagine he will leave me in the leaves. Especially when he figures out his own ten wishes. He will make the first wish in a little while. In a little while.
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An Orchestration Of Revenge
Jonah in Seas and Seas
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Tim Barrus: The Accumulation Of Small Accidents
All of it is incomprehensible. Lick it with your MotherFuckingTongue. Feel the wind upon your face. Wrecked by time. Disemboweled by tearing at the air. All the old working men. Dragging a prophet’s river of stars swollen with the raw places. The thickets darkening. The hermitage of snakes suspended without…