Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus New York Times
nytimes.com/2019/09/15/us/border-patrol-culture.html… The Border Patrol built concentration camps. So did the Germany’s We Were Only Following Orders. How many KidsRDead via BP’s capricious whim. How many children have been caged. How many will never see their families again. Who will pay. Us. Us monsters.
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stop asking me
stop asking me if i like it/ stop asking me if it needs something, stupid boy, they all need something/ stop asking me about light/ what the fuck do i know about light/ light only is/ stop sacrificing my kingdoms of the dead with your hearts and flowers and sailboats…
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orphaned by the tide
in some place of sun/ the light spills dancing on your work/ the quick day is just an accent of bones and dust/ even the word work is more drainage than sweat but sweat, too/ i need room to think/ i need equivalent deserts of the sky in pain/ ripped…
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inmate
from what i have heard today, all the ships will arrive on time/ having to take a shit in front of us other inmates in the cell was a big problem for honeybunny because we liked to watch/ we made him spread his legs and you do, boy, whimper like…
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contorted
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Another Remembering
Nous n’avons rien fait, mais à pied des plages intégralité de cette année. Même en hiver, nous étions à pied des plages. Vous dites que vous ne m’en souviens pas. Vous dites que cela n’est jamais arrivé. Je ne crois pas que vous ne m’en souviens pas. Qu’est-ce que vous… -
i do not remember making this but i supposed we did i don’t remember much past 2 days
the past guarantees nothing -
You Will Never Understand
you were managing a mammoth, high impact portfolio mister big shot couldn’t shoot his cum unless he paid me to beat him up -
i really love it and it’s making me money
the report is all verbatim our exit interview sucked dick given the same weight we are all acrobats -
your pain what pain your pain
he denied he was in pain i ignored the fuck out of him i did eat his ass out though his life was an animal of stealth but i could always smell his desire long before he arrived