Tim Barrus Blog
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wedded 2 a current
a swallowing of assent both apprehended and embraced heretical and exact they were not expecting the heretical part
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He Knew
intuition actually is a form of consciousness one apprehended in the agreement we all have made to define madness over here and some less painful insurrection to affirm what it already knows over here/ opinions and the swallowing
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Say no 2 Medical Intervention: New York Times
http://www.nytimes.com/2017/06/26/upshot/the-abcs-and-ds-of-whether-to-get-prostate-cancer-screening.html?comments#permid=28928794 NYT Whenever I have written about this, not withstanding geography which is irrelevant, I am always denounced as “not being helpful” but it is not my job to be helpful. I am simply presenting another POV. One that is never allowed to be articulated in any kind of forum…
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I Can Detect Earthquakes
i told you the day we would be obliged 2 leave that town was inevitable and there was always this thing roaring down to florida i’ve done it on a bike and your guts turn inside out because it is so fucking hard with florida let alone without it that…
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A Guy in the Squat called the Cops
The guy who called the cops had a gun and started shooting it inside the squat. Crazies are the pageantry of nobody’s home. I hope the cops busted his white ass. We were gone by then. Vagrancy is an able seaman. -
Turning Tricks
I am compelled to put my bullshit about how sex work is bad for adolescent boys because sex work is what is keeping us alive. Eat shit, Tim. Finally some food. And not dumpster food. Eleven of us in one small motel room. This does not mean I have to… -
WHERE DOES IT ALL GO WRONG
Straight people won’t want to hear this. Then, cover your stupid ears. Cover your stupid eyes. Cover your motherfucking mouth. Nothing interferes in their right to have children. Your children are fucked. Public castration would help. Tie your tubes, Mommy. The daddies and the mommies are the problem. The kids…
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AROUND HERE WE DANCE A LOT. NOT.
We used to dance all the time. Crank the music up. The house is empty. We have sold most stuff to pay for food. We got twenty bucks for the speakers. It’s like living in the House of Usher. A dull dark and soundless day. Dancing is the past. There…
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Zoned Out: The Getting Out of Dodge Poems
i never felt anything while they were fucking me/ i zoned out to places you have never seen/
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You Through The Apple Thicket
your suitcase of secrets hasn’t held any secrets for a long, long time, now has it/// i know you through the memory of my tongue your hole of incendiary drowning and wanton mammon you to the gallows/ your mouth the choir invisible a surveillance this getting out of dodge has…