Tim Barrus Blog
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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…
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school is dangerous
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Dirt Bike Town
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Are You Talking 2 Me
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DIRT BIKE TOWN
Whispered secrets were pulled by gravity shyly moving what everyone hoped to god was the dark sand arriving at night as if it might turn the dogwood blue.
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disconsolate
We are nothing. Not even shit to them. I feel like a compliant sitting duck. They will tie me to a tree and slap me until my eyes have shut closed. Fuck me like a claw mark stains the deep woods camp. Now starving down there in their radiation holes.…