Tim Barrus Blog

  1. All My Lovers Sleep in Shrouds

    All of this is up for grabs. This is not the world I live in. It is the world I live with. I would like to say side by side. But it would just be another lie. Disengenuous. You would find the place I am in at the moment as…

  2. Dirt Bike Town

    Where the fuck is Dirt Bike Town. They’re dangerous and snug in their spooncase frown. Unbind his tongue of purple blush. Dirt Bike Town is lost in dust…

  3. Write A 2-Page Report On Your Field Trip 2 The Slaughterhouse

    We were not supposed to be there. I cannot tell you how we got in. If I did that, the lives of those who get us in once a year would be in gave danger. They would be murdered. They live with thousands of deaths every day. I am not

  4. they say your entire life flashes

    this

  5. Dirt Bike Town

    I am out and about on my dirt bike taking photographs of American suburbs. They are so utterly bizarre to me. It’s a different planet out there. I have never lived in one. My many enemies will scream blood that since I have never lived in a suburb, I do

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  7. WHY ARE YOU HERE ON THIS EARTH


  8. ROUGH DRAFTS FROM A CHEAP HOTEL

    The Gilbert is around the corner from the Wilshire Country Club. I stay at the Gilbert when I have to. Although I hate Los Angeles. This place with it’s fetish for concrete soaks up the sun, and the starring performance is a radiant heat that pulsates inside your eyes. I

  9. I Am A Communist

    I am a communist. I get poverty. There is just no way that our capitalist abyss rock bottom hole we have dug into the ground as our reality, is going to save us from the cowboy paradigm that has evolved, particularly in terms of how it defines the sacredness of

  10. Wipe Our Feet

    I am a communist. The American flag is the American rag. There is nothing about capitalism that welds an economic system from the chicken scratch that is America to the landscape it anthologizes. As a culture, you are about greed. You are about racism and hatred. Your flag is wrung,