Tim Barrus Blog
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a land of red wolves
the red wolves are dead shot by guess who fat old white men who will kill anything they don’t like the fucking look of/ https://tim-barrus.format.com/about
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twigboy
the moment you thought you could get away with always being too engaged in work that must be done he would do anyone’s laundry most anything that might speak to fetish is hardly news here in the Just Fuck Me Town where we were dead sea travelers bending down before…
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Chopping Wood In Winter
I nagged him to death last summer. “I would start chopping now. Do you know how much wood we use in any given winter.” I knew this: you could chop eight hours a day for six months and still, you will run out of wood. In winter. Winter is about…
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That Cannot Fly
Tim Barrus: NYT https://www.nytimes.com/2018/12/07/science/climate-change-mass-extinction.html?comments#permid=29671723 It would be simply far too easy to wrap it up with the idea that the human animal as a species went extinct because the species itself is extraordinarily stupid. When many species of birds becomes ill, and they end up fouling the nest, it is…
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THE AIR AROUND HIM IS STRANGE
https://tim-barrus.format.com/about #ART #PhotographicArt #SmashStreet #poetry
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dancing in our underpants
dancing in our underpants i answered the downstairs buzz in my underpants delivery would i sign i would do more than sign/// pornographic sign the obscene stories among themselves in porn, the word themselves is code for wanking off he was doing it for a fee/ and making actual deliveries…
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parking lot
cops never seemed 2 cum here it was an ordinary parking lot in fact, we called it THE parking lot where the tricks’ came in waves the mortal moon let me steal this moment from you now https://tim-barrus.format.com/about
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The Species Is a Cult of Varying Tribal-like Mini-Cults It’s Cave Versus Cave, DNA fingerprints Inside Your Teeth
at first, you were kinda like a puppy and we knew what to do to the likes of puppies who needed to please in waterfalls in dancing in my mouth having tasted you in languages too old to speak https://tim-barrus.format.com/about
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I DID NOT LEAVE YOU, YOU LEFT ME
IT WAS LIKE THE HAPPY HOUR LIVING WITH YOU ALWAYS CONFIDENT ALWAYS NEVER ALWAYS SAD OR JUST DRINK THE SIX PACK AND THAT’S WHEN YOU SLIDE TO THE FLOOR WE DIDN’T PLAY THIS ONE RIGHT YOUR CHEERINESS WAS FAKE BUT MY REALITY SPELLED REALITY AND YOU WERE NEVER GOOD AT…
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lions everywhere
colored stones held the walls up you tore the garments off your bones falling like a clock your two beloved sons and then the lamp went out and i had to close my eyes to remember where the lions were https://tim-barrus.format.com/about