Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Tim Barrus: Secrets Are Illegal

    I live out of one bag. People can barely believe it. I am not telling Other People (Hell) what to do. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck what Other People do, think, sliced thin on the night shift.

  2. Tim Barrus: The Night Descended

    I don’t really read anything. I look for patterns. Colors speak to me. I beg 4 forgiveness. Cloaks. Daggers. Fast food. Eloquence. Reconciliation’s recompense 4 my demon wickedness. Wrong motel. The moon itself remains dangerous. I need some of those black garbage bags. The uneducated do not have toothpast like…

  3. Tim Barrus: Sex Cures Cancer

    There are no wizards. Just old fat white men and the afterdeath.

  4. Tim Barrus: The Memory Box Is Empty

    The Memory Box just like the dinosaurs gave way to the nuance of the unhinged.

  5. Tim Barrus: A Sea of Red

    The idea that something called the Vagina Police can be empowered to require women to have examinations (this means men) is a game-changer. The National Sex Police will be looking for churches (how hard can it be) where women always outnumber men. Get on the bus. The vagina archives will…

  6. Tim Barrus: New York Times

    America turns into Salem. Who will be burned today. Maybe you.

  7. Tim Barrus: New York Times

    So. Exactly where is the money coming from that supposedly saves the lives of the fetal unborn. The sacred sludge of a couple of cellular monstrosities. No one will support these kids. The cracks they normally fall into are this time way, way apart. There will be no resolution. It’s…

  8. Tim Barrus: The New York Times

    The conservatives use Foster Care to point out that if you break the law, the cops arrive to take your kids. Cops follow orders no matter what. “It’s our job.” Fuck your job, and fuck you. Gay men AND children (I did not say with) should look very hard at…

  9. Tim Barrus: What Arrives Will Be Distraction

    The Barrus, New York Times Entropy implies something has been extracted.

  10. Tim Barrus: High As Any Other Reno Whore

    We have fallen asleep between between our tonges continued to the beaten grounds of stir.