Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: Running Mate
The word “mate” implies one or more than one, agreement. The whole standing together nonsense. On into the breach.
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Michigan Was Not a Life
I am autistic. I have wondered and wondered. I lived on the wrong side of the river. Rusted ugly town of rusted ugly people. There was no blue sky. The coal cars stunk like corpses and the sulphurized-yellow clouds that drifted through our homes and lives, and as it lifted…
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Incendiary Comments
Comments take on the vibrant story-telling power of Hieroglyphics. Hieroglyphics tell the stories of other Hieroglyphics. At the New York Times, we can only tell one kind of story. The drone tone. They all sound alike. Your minimum wage gatekeepers tell no stories. The slaves are mute.
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Hecuba
The Queen of Dirt Bike Town. Hecuba is an albino.
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How the Real West Was Really Won
There is no real Wild West. How did all of that work out for you. I thought so.
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Another Writer Has Complained
Another writer who complained. Dear Other Writer. Why is it always another writer. I honestly do not get it. Someone doesn’t like what I write. Someone disagrees with me on any number of things, but it’s usually sex. People get so worked up about it. I had switched all of…
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That Autistic Twitch
Morning on the island, anywhere on the island is something you wake up in to the sound of horses. On the streets. There wasn’t a single vehicle anywhere. Taking a cab at night, I felt like Sherlock Holmes.
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Tim Barrus: What is Art
Let me build this one from memory. The car keys are in the dragon’s throat.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Nikki Haley needs more Man Up pills.
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Tim Barrus: Clown Car Reboot
I seriously doubt that this one will be published. They’re fishing for a voice. I am not that voice. It’s a voice I know how to play to. I just don’t always use the same exact voice because the rhythms will begin a rendering of monotone because it’s pretending to…