Tim Barrus Blog
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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.…
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finding our voice in dirt
I am a communist. Another New York Times dual NYT piece that refuses to give voice to poverty – AND – they are infinitely obstructionist, not so much politically, but culturally. There is no political unless there is culture that agrees to implemment. “The most pro-worker thing we can do…
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bat mite poverty
the theatre was dark and thousands of bat mites were screaming with their baby pussypussies and bat mites have a right to be 2 but don’t let them creep under the door to my room they like my buttcrack insect hair you will scratch it
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His Arabian’s Name is Agnes
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COAL MINE WHORE
But, when he reflected.
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VULVA AIRLINES
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WHISKEY AND THE ANGELS OF DEATH
to wish with an autumn yawn the communists. feel that the milkman pounding up their clumsy wooden stairs our daddy made from oak. and fetching it so we had somewhere to live and the dogs will jump up to sit on our laps because that is what a dog does…
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WEST VIRGINIA IS A SHITHOLE
ESPECIALLY IN THE FUCKING WINTER IN THE MOUNTAINS THIS IS APPALACHIA IN THE FUCKING BLUE RIDGE AND IT CAN TIRE YOUR SOUL WHEN THE WIND SLINGS ITS TEETH AT THE RIVER AND THE NOISE AND THE WHISKEY AND THE BOYS AND YOU ARE SHOCKED YOU DO NOT APPEAR TO BE…
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Coal Miners Daughter