Tim Barrus Blog
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Eat Me
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I threw out color. I’m autistic. Red was a problem. Whatever dye they use makes me explode with hives, and you will swear, you feel like bees are attacking you. I do not know about dyes. All I know is I cannot wear red anything. I do not know why…
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Why Are You Here
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The rains have finally left the Blue Ridge. All summer, I’ve been building a remote (understatement) tree house for the Big Cat Kittens and Mama. They will have to find it on their own. Bakers use those big plastic buckets for their icing bakery products. Then, they throw them out.…
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How To Fight Back
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The government controls what happens to our bodies. Serfs don’t do policy. Wanna bet. I was abused recently at a hospital where they use force and humiliation to control you. Fight back. MAGA has rendered science political. The analogies to patient’s right are obvious. Nursing staff forcefully stripped me naked…
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Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town
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Dirt Bike Town, a novel, by Tim Barrus
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If It’s Poetry At Least U Will Have a Defense
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I am allowed to write about intimacy a little bit in novels but it’s intimacy that really scares you. The American family itself is highly conflicted. But if I wrap poetry around the thing (I do not always get away with this NYT), it becomes more mysterious, it’s smoother than…
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Tim Barrus: The Great American Novel
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Tim Barrus: The Great American Novel
A Novel In A Novel
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I AM AN ALARMIST
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I live in an extremely remote place in Appalachia. We are just now coming to the end of a drought. We don’t need some expert who tells us that it’s getting hotter, Duh. Frankly, I think the experts are wrong about the timetable speed. It’s getting hotter faster. No snow…
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Tim Barrus: Naked Before Us
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The boys I was dealing with sat on folding chairs in a circle. “Okay, who is going to play Richard Hatch, and who’s going to be Amarosa.” The question was What Is Reality. What is reality on TV. Or. What does it really mean. The boys all had HIV. A…
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Tim Barrus: What Economics
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Take notes. As the middle class slides down the rabbit hole, the middle class will encounter exactly what they think they left. The lower middle class. We welcome you to our hovel. I cannot read articles like this without thinking: Where are the poor in this. In Appalachia, we know…
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AND WE’RE WALKING
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He’s going down. The crazy daisies will now be his status quo. He’s not going to put himself in another debate with someone who just ragged him into a pool of make-up and sweat. But can she win the election remains the last pseudo-journalistic place to hide. But can she…