Tim Barrus Blog
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THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BUT A FINALITY WHERE WE DISCOVER THAT THE RICH MIGHT BE BURIED IN FINE SILK BUT US POOR BOYS ARE THROWN INTO A TRENCH
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DUDE, PAY FOR YOUR DOPE AND GO.
I had to leave the motel room. I need to breathe. Air. Why am I here. It was getting way, way too crowded. I am just selling drugs. Watch my lips. I am not your friend.
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Tim Barrus: Public School is Babysitting
What I see are kids who feel betrayed. Adolescents feel betrayed while mom and dad twist in the wind. Adolescents feel everything. A leaf blows in the yard. No summer school. Fear and loathing in family after family. Adolescents run away and no one knows what will happen next but…
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Tim Barrus: The Calculated Value Of Vegas Whores
The discrepancy between classical models of vacuum energy (not the kind you sweep the floors with) from quantum field analysis and the observed play by play, in which the calculated value of a sex worker is juxtaposed by Everything Is Observed. But changes what. Observation changes everything. Seas and seas.…
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Tim Barrus: Thermodynamic Equilibrium
We could not figure it out. It was strange. I was working on a set, and supposed to be on the lookout for continuity. I never could find continuity. We all pretended some job somewhere needed us. Workers unite. I had one job where all I did was unload lights.…
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Tim Barrus Art
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Tim Barrus Art
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
I am a communist. Make it nice. The word leadership has nothing to do with back-stabbing treason. I do not dare articulate what I actually think about Manchin. Or know. About the Black Rock Windsource LLC based in San Fransisco (not WV). If a journalist went to Boone County Black…
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ALL MY SINS REMEMBERED BY BOOK CRITICS
The Dirt Bike Town Junkyard was where the criminals lived. They were the Rust People. They were the Stinks Like Shit Because it is Shit People. They cared. They cared about the criminals they were. They ran the Dirt Bike Whore Business in Dirt Bike Town. The whores were from…
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Still Tinged Sits Heavily Mastered By Unfraid
I have never been caught at the scene of a crime zone featuring I Was Eight. I had to stand on my knees to drive cars, and to steal them, too. A kid was lighter than a growd man. Of course, every last one of us were all growd men.…