Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Name Me One Person

    name me one person who could catch up to him allowing the thin rays of autumn’s sun, he can completely vanish and has slept late escorted into a dark pilgrimage of four years times ten and all the tin cups to it, appalachia boy rags and patches bony shoulders socks

  2. Violence Against Sex Workers

    Kirk is quite typical for a seventeen-year-old except for one thing. He does sex work to survive. One in five police reports of sexual assault from an urban, U.S. emergency room were filed by sex workers. Sex workers were younger, poorer and suffered a greater number of injuries than other

  3. Vous l’avez fait

    J’accuse Vous l’avez fait Tu m’as tué Avec ton amour Avec ta bite Avec votre Langue Dans mon Trou Vous avez rempli Moi avec Ton sperme Que je Merde Dans votre Bouche Vous l’avez fait

  4. woodstock

    some dark wood of terror/ my tongue inside your bitter hole ravenous and wasted beyond perilous attrition/ no one had been left alive/ we could roar the bike past all the parked cars lined up at the side of the road with their little radios and their little dancing on

  5. forty years of inflammation

    avascular necrosis was just the beginning/ i am now a walking, talking spare parts car lot/ vavavoom/ i could barely walk this week, and ended up in another emergency room again and again/ besides the usual, this time, there was the heart/ they will stick probes into my heart and

  6. It’s just business

    every sunday morning here in appalachiaville they take a head count to see who’s in church and who’s not in fucking church religion in america and what is so intricate so entangling as death you numberless infinities your mouths are filled with dust the absurd in the depth of winter…

  7. Nothing’s Wrong on Mars


  8. MISHA, GO TO BED

    Misha doesn’t sleep. We have that in common. I try my best to get stuff done when the house is quiet. Sleep for boys who have been raped and sexually exploited is a big bag of worms. Medical professionals in Public Health (which should be renamed Public Bullshit) never ask

  9. we were intent on burning time into ashes

    will i be arrested if i say i hate the fucking cops/ fuck cops/ that whole year, we were intent on burning time/ everything was ashes, the book of ashes, the culture cops are set to save/ all of it ashes, cops would like to bust the dead because the

  10. u, the older 1

    this time, the red chair, too/ stop telling me that is wasn’t your fault because it was/ plain and simple/ u lured the younger ones to go with u train-riding/ when the stupid people ask me what at-risk means, i just roll my eyes to the sky/ here’s what i