Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: Getting Out of Dodge Again
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Half a million Fentanyl deaths in one year alone. There’s your sacred America.
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Tim Barrus: They All Grew Up
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Carnival was almost done. I am a communist. I am impotent. Mark Warren called. I have autism. Make it go away. I see timelines and angels. I listen to the voice of the people who have taken up residency inside my head.
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Tim Barrus: Beware Of Their Tongues
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The rich like it rough.
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Tim Barrus: It’s Always War
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I am a communist. Communism is always dead meat in the slaughter house of survival. How can an ally, an accomplice, a comrade, bro. Even be an ally when the ally is in repose. Dead informants are not informing, or maybe, with their deaths, they are. The analogy is a…
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Tim Barrus: Getting Out Of Dodge Is A Repeated Paradigm of Hide and Seek
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“Justin says hi.”
I exhaled.
I should have been surprised. Imagine the coincidence. I was not surprised. Justin and I had connected in a bus station toilet in Arkansas. The rats only came out at night. I could not sleep there. People do not sleep in Arkansas. They just pull…
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Orbitlogue
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Time itself fills downward lunges in a net of stars that as the galaxy mean temperature drops as it must with entropy of any kind, particles move more and more slowly slowly. When the temperature of the universe dips below (a winter chill), 3,000 degrees Kelvin, and electrons slow down…
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Our Categories Are Toxic
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
I am a communist. A subcategory, as is class, caste, the crime of I Publish Books Under Other Names. Because I loathe the publishing industry for creating ideas and imagery that have everything to do with the writer, where he lives, how many children he…
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The Inherent Ability for Self-Determination
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Like crows. Rip some meat off a piece of carcass and fly away. Black and purple glints listen to the sun of wings. The Black Raven Crows. Everyone had heard the cultural cawing of species after species, quite clearly, we knew this would happen and it did. Some were stunned.…
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B4 It Was 2 Late
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There is always a Before It Was Too Late. Not unlike the check left on the table at Antoine’s. Running out the door. In full leather. Jumping Jack Flash. Running out the door anywhere back then in full leather (I only wanted the pants because my dick was always hard…
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Look 4 the Shoes On the Fence Then Turn Left
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It was not easy finding the Ranch.