Tim Barrus Blog
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You Are Lost Again
Isabella was barking at me. She was determined that I pay attention. You do not remember how you got to the bus station. You had my number on speed dial. I arrive. You were in the bus station shivering. You did know the dog. You did not know why you…
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DeathWatch Journal #6
enough with the idea anyone can make it better enough with the idea we have to live for you it’s not enough -
My Bedroom by Smurf
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DeathWatchJournal #5
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DeathWatch Journal #4
First, they invented fire. Next, they reinvented themselves. Today, I am told they do not really want to be here. They mean the planet. – TB
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DeathWatch Journal #3
I got sick. I did run away from home. I do sex work. It means I am a hore. I hate the pills. Take a pill. Take a pill. 100 pills. I am on strike. No pills. I flushed the pills. Every day you got to see a docter. I… -
DeathWatch Journal #2
I am Dieter. I did a video. We go camping. I was in a tent. Kev holds the cam. I do not no to do sond yet. I have a bad hart. I will get a new one if someone is dead. I am tired. My mom did bad stuff… -
DeathWatch Journal #1
DeathWatch Journal – The Smash Street Boys – We call Smash Street’s new project: DeathWatch Journal. We are sick and tired of being treated like we are so utterly HARD TO REACH. We are choosing not to participate in our own humiliation. The bunch of us flushed the fucking…
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Some Kings Are Real
down among the groves where the dust was wet on the swollen bunches of purple grapes making patterns of the moon in doorways and your castle was a planet separate from ourselves where death awaits the catacombs and your coronation was held among the fish nets https://tim-barrus.format.com/about
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HIV Meds Flushed
We don’t care anymore. The antiretrovirals went down the toilet. These meds have become our life, and as such, it’s not a life. AIDS is a fatal disease. Bring that motherfucker on. They call us the hard to reach. They spit on us. Keeping the river of HIV meds flowing…