Tim Barrus Blog
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Some Sins Are Unforgiveable
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Dirt Bike Town existed because the slaughterhouse existed. Blood came bubbling up the gas station’s drain. The slaughter house was not going anywhere. I hated living right next door. All the death came out at night like tongues and languages and voices you did not know. You listened to the…
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Rides That Go Up & Rides That Do Not
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Dirt Bike Town
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NEW YORK TIMES
There are pauper graves here, you just can’t much see them. A couple of chicken scratched brown sand donkey plots, almost red, but put away, and no one comes here, that will be seeded soon. The War Between the States, the Civil War to you, just goes…
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juvenile facilities
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Rape was not a fun drug.
It was dust it was death it was Delilah. Oh, no, Mister Tim. Not Delilah. The One And Only. Pussy for days this is how men talk. I stare directly at their dick.
Women tell me, I don’t get it. I was 12. I…
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my ribs break easily so be nice
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Lonely As If Kept Enchanted
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To Prey Upon. The Something Next. Everytime you open up your hole. Prey Tell. The leaden sky left no room for sun, no room to pretend you lived here, or pretend you lived anywhere. They only murdered Homo sapiens I didn’t like. Someone was following us. I could see it…
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What you Came To See
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“So, then what is democracy, anyway.”
I have no idea. I have never lived in one. I’m fucking stupid. Our version of Democracy is robbing the rich to pay the rich so the rich can in return claim Capital Gains administrated by lawyers – invested in the patriatchal Hierarchy of…
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Toby
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Nine Boxes
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Waffle House
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