Tim Barrus Blog
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DOGWOOD DELL
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light
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He Was Not Articulate, Anyway
He did not remember. We remember because remembering is what we do. Poor us. We remember another night of Laser Interfermometer Space Anteena thrown by the wind gods whose Ripples in Space-time Are Us. They’re coming. They know we know that they are coming. They’ve been traveling for a long…
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The Rich Hate Children
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Freud’s Historic Couch
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The Gravity Field Binding the Coma Galaxy Together
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Burger King Ketchups
Pornographers have, as of late, been more guarded as to What Happens Next. Publishers, many of them corporate publishers, would call me up because I was poor, a sitting victim I could and did live on $2,000 a year. You try it. “I need ten vanilla, I need three anals,…
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And Brings 2 Breath All Silent Things
Daddy worked at night. The deeper ravines had No mother. Was somewhere else. Never explain. He would turn his face to the wall. Like looking at a locked facility screaming, fighting, biting, bleeding, spiting, scratching, throwing furniture, breaking all the dishes, challenging cops with guns. Was too consequential even for…
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shadows are ubiquitous
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Child Suicide Rates Soar