Tim Barrus Blog
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He Jests at Scars But Never Had One
It took him a long time of agony and fear to say “Good morning,” And yet his eyes flashed just at the same time I was telling him it was nice to see him, and in this social setting he flinched a lot. Then, his eyes kept their slow cosmic…
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There Lurks a Darkness
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Don’t Open That Door
I think there was this lizard thing (I’m not sure it was alive) under the bed.
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So How Does It Feel When
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The New York Times Blacklist
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Tim Barrus and Lars Eighner
I totally underestimated Lars Eighner’s seriously disturbed hatred of me following me every day for literally a decade. He published my address. I had it shut down and deleted. I never saw his viability as a writer and I rejected his work he threw at Drummer and it was a…
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Slink Away
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Fusion Ignition
Behind the Demon’s Head We were hiding in the trunk of a car. From Authority. Which usually meant hominids would be – all out cock hard– no, harder, much harder. Cheap Stock and Trade. Jack was the flashback of New Orleans. Busted for Grand Theft Auto. Auto. He told me…
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Book Publishing Has Always Been a Train Wreck
For Pam Paul at the New York Times: Publishing lives and dies by the blacklist. The blacklist decides. Not the editor. Not the PR guys. Not the publisher. It simply shows it’s not about what you write. It’s about the writer. Why did you write this. How many children do…
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Chop Shop