Tim Barrus Blog
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Resisting Arrest: Fuck the Police
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The best way to resist arrest is to simply run. So many cops are just plain old fucking fat. Give them a real obstacle course to deal with. You should know that there are cops who will shoot you in the back.
Plastic handcuffs can be whittled down and cut…
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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How courageous does it have to be to not vote for a ruthless, hateful, deeply disturbed despot.
Some. Not a lot.
Trump is looking scared. He should look scared. When he’s gone from the White House – one way or another – it’s going to all come at him like…
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Fuck the System
fighting for existence
each whispering of chaos
and disorder or each failure
by assiduous marking in the
book of marks his eyes
burn his face in hunger
standing quietly by the
window overlooking the
graves by memory of the
night marches old with the
revolts of awe
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Smoke and Mirrors
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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The definition of evil has to do with indifference. When American democracy is indifferent to the American people, democracy itself risks being rendered as an amusing afterthought, one that cannot stand in the face of a dictaorship. Power is power, and people who have it will pull out the big…
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His Face Is Naked
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
I live in Appalachia. If Trump doesn’t wear a mask, my neighbors do not have to wear a mask. “No One Can Make Us.” There is no disease expert to advise us on ignorance. There is no disease expert to advice us on fear. There…
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Tim Barrus: New York Times: Opinion
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When my four-year-old gets mad, he wets his pants. He thinks that if he has a temper tantrum about having to wear shoes, I’ll forget about him eating all the toothpaste in the house.
A four-year-old lives in a world of his own, and from time to time, the outside…
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i washed him/
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i washed him with the blue washcloth/ i washed his teeth, inside his mouth, his lips, and down his neck/ i washed his balls, his hole, his cock, i have wandered in the woods of him/ coming home late in the winter with his cum still in my mouth/ i…
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after the first frost, you have to leave/
there are no glass windows, only screens/ i have seen it in the winter when you have to take a broom and push the snow drifts out/ you want to leave before the first frost arrives with it fox cub bite/ access is by canoe or kayak/ only a few…
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Against the Bitter Season
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you stand alone juxtaposed against infinity as you titty suck the married men off splitting you torn apart in parking lots back seats old dirt roads the clawing ditches corners shadows dust and salt and motels drained and dry as rats for food and staring at the wall/ but you…