Tim Barrus Blog
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Charlene Worked at Waffle House
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Bikes On Pause
We came home late last night on the bikes. The dogs barking. This morning, the bikes were on the ground, fallen over. I picked them up and parked them. I think maybe we just left them there, ourselves. It was that kind of night. Corn should be coming in soon…
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Make Sure To Park Close To The Door
High school boys stare. They do not know about multiples. They like the bike. They are not sleeping in a sleeping bag on the ground tonight. Andrew was a stripper. The good ones are dancers, too. Lap dance. I came in my pants. We hung out with whores. They sold…
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sometimes you sell whatever you have to survive and you and I both know that it can always get deeper and deeper
Your bones away in there.
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Dirt Bike Town
Mainly, they would pay us if we allowed them to suck our dicks. What you see could be prostitution. What I see is homelessness. I knew one trick who used to take me to his house where he fucked me in his son’s bed. I saw a picture of this…
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The Ides Of August
That comes before the swallows ride the hot winds up was innocence for innocence.
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BONDAGE
I never really got photographers who had to control everything from light to grain on TriX. I just slept-walked through it. Most professions have rituals I just don’t get. My brain refuses to conceed that what they do is important. But it has to be. Because they do it. And…
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All the Dead Generations
And then it inspires awe. No one knows why.
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Butt Naked On a Bench
Tim Barrus, New York Times I am a communist. Democrats depend on luck. Republicans depend on hatred. Sometimes the bear gets you. You, America. You are powerless to keep your own children alive because you are hypnotized by all your stuff. Do not sink this boat. Why. Not. It was… -
Naked in Public
This was not Hemingway in Michigan.