Tim Barrus Blog
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My Ass Was Jesus Numb
Riding long distances on a dirt bike is kinda crazy. And… And nothing. We stopped at a church. It was more a ruin than a church. My VaVaVoom. We collapsed on two wooden pews. “People still come to church.” Andrew is observant unless his dick is hard. “Yes. People still…
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I AM HIS HOLE
It takes an edge. He can always apply cocaine around the lips to numb them. We do indulge in product. So what. Product. Fist. Hole. What else does it take. Yeah. I know. Dick.
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SexCouch
You could watch screaming video on it. You could vacuum between the stinking cracks of cum. You could have tea and crumpets. And serve from the sexcouch pussy-favored pussy. I have fucked Agnes on this couch every time she she arrived in Appalachia with the drugs. Then, we sell the…
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What is Education.
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In Your Mouth: Tim Barrus, New York Times
She puts it in his mouth. He puts it in her mouth. The proverbial wedding cake is a symbolism that goes back to the discovery of fire. There is nothing more profane than a wedding cake or a wedding. I don’t go to weddings. I might vomit. I do not…
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Mountain View
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From Rusted Bridges Into the River
THE NEW YORK TIMES IS COVERING HOW THE CONSERVATIVES ARE BLAMING ANTIFA FOR WEARING DISGUISES – WHAT ARE THE CONSERVATIVES, TEN. TIM BARRUS IN THE NEW YORK TIMES. Appalachia has many rusted railroad briges built around 1900. They are still in use. American infrastructure is broken and fragile. We are…
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Un Commentateur à un Autre
This is an experiment that I am looking at fitting into my novel in progress – “Going Rogue.” Dean, I want to applaud your inclusion in the New York Times of “Learning To Listen To Patients’ Stories,” by Dick Schiffman. The piece was informative and touching. I have never read…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
About Poetry. Ten reasons why religious poetry is religious poetry. By a poet. Who lives on a farm in Appalachia. 1.) I do not know what it is like to be a woman. I am not a woman. I do not want to be a woman. 2.) It is hard…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I contracted a fatal disease. Dementia sets in. I do get lost, and find it rather interesting as it is usually somewhere I have never been. I have a 16-year-old (going on 27) “helper” who does everything. His spelling is bad but he proofs my stuff which is always a…