Tim Barrus Blog
-
sometimes solitude
The Fetish of Looking Backwards
rewriting the incorruptible depravities
all good shepherds writing to the bone
“un-bribed” or unbridled i have never
had the sublime opportunity to be bribed
in the first
place
the aesthetic of familiarity
detached from obligation
in detail cannot grasp
the horror of it grim-visaged, and…
-
the inevitable fall
in the beginning, it was about your ass
your sweat
how your ass leaked you even on the sidewalk
a trickle of you
your pants soaked
what the fuck
we ALL fall
every last one of us
falls
never show them pain
get up fast
grab the board
they are…
-
they’re always watching
so, it’s all a mystery
what suits and straight people see
is sex because that is what they always see they are predictable/
some straight guys like to watch us because they find it titillating/ not in a sexual way, but just in amazement/
it is like watching a train…
-
leaps into the dark
![]()
Goddamn ART can be frustrating if it wants to be, and most of the time, it does.
Where did CBGBz go.
Doom is a visionary thing. Out of reach and incredible. Most people are drunk.
I know people who are certain that they can get what they want from being…
-
they sexualize themselves
![]()
they sexualize themselves
i didn’t do it/ it’s just how things work, especially a place like San Francisco’s Tenderloin what’s going on, baby, is called drugs
they sexualize themselves, and if that bothers you, please, look the other way
way way way off into the distance where your white people…
-
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…
-
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/…
-
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
-
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…