Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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Insanity Is the Status Quo.
The country is collapsing. The culture is collapsing. Institutions are collapsing. The economy is collapsing.
Authority maintains that everything is fine, here in Appalachia. There is no evidence to support this. There is evidence that the opposite is true.
We are the only family on…
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What the Kid Can Give
4 this relationship 2 work, you have to be open to taking what the kid can give/ it might not be much/ often, boys at risk will only give you a small opportunity to break through the walls they build to survive/ you have to meet him as an equal/…
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Spills Into Cups
their dancing spills into cups incognito but i know who the fuck you are/ your bones spread out like demons deep into the devil night/ and there it is, falls down, the challenge is to not allow the world to make you disappear, it will anyway, we are just the…
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pushing inside you
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i would push you up against the tree/ you asked me to please push you up against the tree/ especially in the sodden rain/ you were like a watermark/ all the delicate debris of life/ the smell of your shit and sweat/ the weather never really mattered/ your insides were…
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Tim Barrus New York Times
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TRUMP’S GENOCIDE
Fauci continues to believe he can still have some kind of impact. An outreach that is not real. Not while he’s being benched. He was Trump’s biggest enabler. Trump would fire him if he could get away with it in the media.
A pandemic is not about what…
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dark by whose law was unforgiving
i washed your dustboy’s back and your holding up the decapitated dead for everyone to see and we do not care to see it/ your cock caught in a silence of an abandoned emptiness, throwing stones at waves like the Other One of us was not really there/ everyone you…
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i am pulling away from him with the camera
i am pulling away from him with the camera
i remember pulling away from him with the camera/ i am actually pulling the camera back from the emptiness of his life/ he is a survivor, so fucking what/ we have made surviving into a heroic thing when, in fact, it’s…
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Our Travel Plans Got Dark
your dreams lurked about the woods risking barbed wire fences that tore our shirts and once my right tit/ i still have that scar/ i do not know why i thought of it as your tree but i did/ mainly because you put a claim on it in much the…
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Fish Gut
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there is no forgiveness in beds of rusted stone/ your flesh and bone and cock and hole incontinent with the despair of desire/ you lived in a coven of us but our eyes had been sewn tight with fish gut/
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