Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Tim Barrus: The Memory Box Is Empty

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

  2. 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…

  3. Tim Barrus: New York Times

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

  4. 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…

  5. 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…

  6. Tim Barrus: What Arrives Will Be Distraction

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

  7. Tim Barrus: High As Any Other Reno Whore

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

  8. Tim Barrus: New York Times

    I am autistic. I have Asperger’s. I am rarely appropriate. After being on Twitter for more than a decade watching thousands of Twitter scrolls scrolling, it’s a stim, and accomplishes what. Treachery is a blood worm. The body politik has been breached. There is no there there. If Twitter disappeared

  9. Tim Barrus: Burned At The Stake

    Some people are ticking, and ticking, and just ticking away their time. Some people are burning through it even as their eyes glare back a ravashing emptiness dry as sorrow in the summer.

  10. TimBarrus: WhatIsSurvivalAnywayAnd WhereIsItIsItHopelessness

    Even The Old House Had A Second Self