Tim Barrus Blog
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He Threw Me Through a Window
He threw me through a window. I was a scrawny little kid. Fifty pounds. My whole body would shake when I came home from school. I knew he’d be around. With any luck, he’d be passed out on the floor.
Or. He would grab me, strip me, and whip me.…
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American Dystopia
Tim Barrus, American Dystopia
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Through Windows
Through Windows
Essays By Tim Barrus
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Bad Autistic: School
Bad Autistic
– Tim Barrus
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Baby, You Smell Like Bikerdust
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Blacklists and Book Burnings Are the Same
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Died For Love
tim barrus art
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The New York Times Has a Blacklist It Uses 2 Cull Through Comments So Everyone Can Appear 2 Agree
I am a writer. I write books. I am not allowed to comment at the New York Times. They have removed my voice with an arrogant indifference. The word indifference can and does translate to the word hate. Scott is an extraordinary writer. Takes no prisoners. I doubt he would…
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Sex, Death, Domination, Defiances, Sometimes, Too
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Paris