Tim Barrus Blog
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Why Is There a Cougar In the Kitchen
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Creativity is to listen to the sound of scratching, and your entire body begins to burn. How to make the complicated simple. It’s important to arrive at the act of explaining, but never explain. Let it speak for itself. Then, walk away. You did it. It’s finished. It’s never finished.…
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vous léchez ce délicieux trou et l’aimez
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baise moi dans la bouche
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The French in America. Like a good French boy, he had taken Le-American-Speak, or the part of high school that is used to titillate American adolescents that they, themselves, are actually super-heros who run around the alleyways of downtown literate Gotham in their underpants. I never kid. They have to…
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Thieves. Again.
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They Said It Was An Accident
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this was
no accident
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Lost In Your Head Again
The Keeper of the keys.
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divided
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Big Yosemite, Big Cash
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I am a communist. I do not see America like Americans. Antediluvian, obsolescent dystopian desert sea to seas in seas. It stinks. It’s a parking lot. Its buildings unassailable prisons. Her roads are rot. Angel Falls is closed. Ranger, Walt Disney, ordered the closure. Guns. Guns. Guns. Even in a…
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BY WHISPERING TONGES
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By whispering tongues, sleeping in the woods, smells of moss and I am cold, fucking cold up here. This sleeping, this woods slips the soul like the light of photons whispers blood. Each one turned his face to fear, dread, fishgut, one side, hidden brooks, sleeping in the woods all…
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EACH TURNED HIS FACE
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SLEEPING IN THE WOODS
Slips the soul like the light of photons whispers blood. Each one turned his face to fear, dread, fishgut, one side, hidden brooks, sleeping in the woods all night.
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