Tim Barrus Blog
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Most People In The Blue Ridge
Most people in the Blue Ridge live like this. I do. Our silence is not Us In Absentia. The dirt bike is in the back yard.
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It Is The Leaves Above the Cowboy Dead That Do The Talking Now
The balls. Even when we have the numbers, we cannot understand emotional strangulation as a replacement for the guillotine. The rich earth of amethyst and cunt. But what about a world of ash and smoke. I am with Antifa. I ride a dirt bike. You are what you drive.
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Toughest Little Bitch Camera
This camera is going to last another thousand years. Small as a matchbox.
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He’s fifteen and still going strooooooooong
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Appalachia Town
San Francisco Town. Tenderloin Town. Jones Street Town. “Rome never really burned. It smoldered for centuries.” It’s still there. Like New Jersey. I have never been to New Jersey. I could do Boca Raton Town but they would cancel my passport. New York Times Town. Enough. Dirt Bike Town and…
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CHAOS APPEARS IN NATURE WHEN THERE IS A SYSTEMIC INSTABILITY IN A SYSTEM SUCH THAT CHANGES 2 THE WAY THE SYSTEM EVOLVES OVER TIME 2 RESEMBLE THE MORALITY OF COMPLETE RUIN
Sometimes you can build a set to juxtapose against the background of the background almost as an aside until you realize that the aside is the photograph. My back yard by the kiddie swings. -
CRIMINALS. WAFFLE HOUSE. AND PHYSICS.
I am allowed to eat at Waffle House because all the criminals in town are allowed to eat at Waffle House. If the fry cook murders his ex-wife in booth #3, run. Charleen puts ketchup on her scambled eggs and a little bit in her grits. This is called the…
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I WANT THE PHOTOGRAPHS TO HAVE SOMETHING OFF KILTER SOMETHING STRANGE
You would be incinerated. You were not beamed up. Your molecules would heat, expand, and turned into a sea of electrons. There would not be much evidence that you had ever been here. The only question that remained open for Homo sapiens was one that asked Why Are You Here.…
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It’s About the Red as an Icon Justine Explodes From His Clothes
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I lived across the street from the bar. Poetry night was on Thursdays.
I was very cautious of becoming recognizable in public. A few people knew who I was. Not many. Not well. Not on purpose. I cruised around the world on a tall sailing ship. The HMS Fantome. The Prince of Wales. Royalty will get you everything. Adolfo came around and snarled.…