Tim Barrus Blog
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Big Meat
Y R U a Communist
I am a communist. Because I am a Communist. Wagging the tail of another dog. How many dogs can you unwag. The uncomfortable truth is that difficult and unpopular decisions are now unavoidable. Prohibition at this rate as a paradigm allowing public policy to be…
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Bent Over Blue Shadow Ghosts
Tim Barrus, The New York Times
Blue Shadow Ghosts
I am a communist. Not a Communist With Guns. But a communist who in the face of complete political insanity, fumbles, bumbles, and stumbles through my nightmare of a bi-polar world, two sides to everything. But look at physics. Public Policy…
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Instability Means Death
He has been put in a Refugee Protection Program where he will receive a new name, a new school, and a new life. But he is refusing to go if his younger brothers cannot go with him. The three of them are like one. When he is told that they…
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METH AND DEATH ARE EVIL SISTERS
Accidental bullshit. I could care less what cops have to say about it. Cops are stupid. They knew. What the risk would be. They had stopped living a long time ago. Time meets opportunity. Even if they had know (personally, I believe they knew) the drugs had all been laced…
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WE HAVE ALL HEARD THE BELLS AT MIGNIGHT
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Worse Than In the Sun
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And Sleep an Act or Two
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Longing. Wavering. Lost. And sooner worn more threadbare than Inside Out.
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That I Should Love a Particular Star
Is he crazy again. Yeah, this time it was a snake he saw a snake and flipped out. It was, of course, an illusion. There were no snakes, and I am not sure he has ever seen a snake once in his entire life. Maybe Tube. I could swoop him…
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I Am A Communist
I have heard it all. Be reasonable, you haven’t
yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle. Waiting for something fantastic, but it was a pipe dream. You used to believe it as a kid, then, you learned how to masturbate. Everything changed. Grab the women and the children…