Tim Barrus Blog
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U Try & Keep Him Out of Stores
where do you think he turns tricks/ the store manager is just another trick/ is this pose a cum on/ duh/ this is the easy part the part where he buys baby a pink ice cream/ please/// the hard part is getting home/ the worst part is making sure you…
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a god at variance
aids is not over/// how is it that i am always at a fucking loss for words at the most inappropriate times and stop looking at me like that/ there are no words/ he loved a certain prolapse all 2 well/ I have NO answers/ 2 anything/ go fuck yourself/…
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the probability of wreckage
a hurricane threw a tree through my island house there is nothing quite like standing there almost motionless just looking at the wreckage of it in the same way feeling nothing and feeling numb like now what the fuck
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At-Risk Is
all/ their/ lives/ at-risk is when destiny is U straddling a fence in the stamina of december my running with the sullen hounds baying in the dark a recidivist the reach is unobtainable/ -
Post-Literary CDC PosterBoy Mentality Not 4 Human Consumption
I took this photograph with a GoPro. But no matter how I try to pump it up, put some blood into a soft cock, or make the thing something you would read, actually, this pathetic POSTERBOY remains as bad as it was the day it was printed by a government…
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A Gathering of Clouds on the Horizon
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Most of the Men In My Small World Are Bisexual – Straight Men All Transient Come and Go
questo amore contorto così com’è rinvigorito teso magro appena abbastanza merda buco capelli -
Tricks and Trees
walking through the hemlock night what hangs by threads and the in between/ tailworn more dead than alive doUgotit doUgotit doUgotit/// the hinges and the drop dead year the night had arms and the trees of fear scratched chicken claw scratches on the scrabble ground gathers up the glasses of… -
Forest Fires and Hurricanes
No one believes we were in a forest fire. How can it matter if you believe me or don’t believe me. In all these years, no one has answered this question. No one. This is POETRY. Because I say it is/// We were going to hit the road anyway. It… -
I Feel It In My Bones
you would be sullen but for soliciting your winter and my winter it’s that one moment just before you turn the key all is lost all is decimated and the vehicle cannot possibly work and then it does not unlike the way you sulk in sullen eminent domain grab your…