Tim Barrus Blog
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what appears to exist
i am a very dark person/ wilhelm nietzsche was my problematic love child/ reason is impotent/ every moment in life is subject to the subjective interpretation that dominates and prevails at any point along the timeline of history which is mud clinging to a wall not a linear hierarchy or… -
Tongues of Serpents
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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…