Tim Barrus Blog
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My Junkie, My Lover
THE LAST JUNKIE FIX i scream a lot about assisted suicide/ you don’t have the right to tell me to live or not to live it isn’t up to you/ this is not your life/ this is my life/ you have your own life/ so go live it/ i just… -
Death’s Footsteps
UCan breathe safely now i am told that AIDSISOVER jumping down TheRabbitHole of hiv is what we call TheNormal LifeJustThinkUCanLiveLike the normals live and UCanHave the AmericanDream because it WasMade4U if U could stop listening to death come down the hall -
Breathing Under Stress
it was like breathing with a plastic bag tied over your head in and out in and out/ and you should not have been able to breathe at all no one knows that you are really there/ the alarms did not go off they never do/ the people you loved… -
duh
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Dead Whores
Stop asking me what photography means. The dead ones and the ones who are still alive. They do not become indignant or outraged if I call them whores. It is what they call themselves. Only normals get their hackles up. Stop asking me who the normals are. Normals are beneath…
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What I Want
i am painfully aware of the reality that you are giving me what you think it is that i want when i have no fucking idea what i am supposed to want want want so you end up wearing some kind of disguise or mask around me the perfect student… -
Never Fall In Love. Period.
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The Bed Last Night
none of my lovers has ever been what you could call the timid type more like unruly dogs who do not forgive each one smells differently i smell their smells in the bed i sleep among them in not unlike the weather fadeaushka smelled of russian vodka and his butt…
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answering letters
i will drown in answering all these letters just the ones written at midnight when the paradox of light slinks in like amber weeping at summer’s end when my rooms of dogs and rowdy children dropped off here by the humane society between the lines i must remember to burn…
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That Time He Carried Me by Lamonte
Lamonte has lived all of his twelve years in Appalachia. He has never been outside of these mountains. In class, his assignment has been to write about his life. We corrected some of the spelling and construction together. I enjoy working with Lamonte because he is so eager to learn.…