Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Tim Barrus: I Learned 2 Partaay

    You. Are. Crumbled out again.  

  2. Tim Barrus: But What the Fuck Does It Mean


  3. Tim Barrus: I Didn’t Mean You

    TIM BARRUS: THIS WAS US BUT IT WAS NOT US YEAH IT WAS REALLY US AND RUN WE WERE KINDA LIKE THE CRIMINALS WE MADE FUN OF BUT WE DID HAVE A SMALL FOLLOWING OF NEITHER FONES OR FONES. SUE ME. I FUCKING DIDN’T MEAN YOU I DIDN’T MEAN YOU.

  4. Tim Barrus: Now We Can Get Some Of These Streets Cleaned of Riff Raff

    I am a communist. I live in the Blue Ridge of Appalachia. I am not liked here much. I write about the South a lot. It feels like holding a vial of Confederate blood and dropping it. Blood is at the bottom of everything in the South. It’s gender. It’s

  5. TIM BARRUS: NYT PIECE ON YOUR MOUTH WILL TURN TO DUST

    Dirt Bike Town could not exist any old where. There has to be a clairity that deliniates between the good and the bad. Us and them. They are the them. We are the us. I do not come down the mountain on my dirt bike all that much. It’s fucking…

  6. tim barrus: that would keep the word of promise to our ear in the autistic seas in seas under old oaks & rabbit holes enough for thousands

    The first car I ever stole was a Rolls Royce. The smell of the leather was something you could sink down into, and while the moment of excruciating restraint is a portal of delayed reinforcement, I will not remember writing this. Maybe here and there. I think this was the

  7. tim barrus: the rich have nothing to fear

    He Will To His Egyptian Beds of Undone Silver Be Enough To Break Our Way Toward Hope’s Wearing Of The Harness On His Back Of Promises Now Undone Now Undone  

  8. Tim Barrus: New York Times

    “Get in line, you Stupid Fuck.” I hated this teacher. “You a homo.” “I’m in advanced math.” I like to throw stuff back into their patriarchal faces. I had enough patriarchal abuse to deal with. I don’t have to take being slapped around. By anyone. I stole a hunting knife.

  9. Tim Barrus: Interstellar Travelers, Rogue Planets

    You can’t talk to the dead because they want to be alone. I am deranged. Absurd. Ridiculous. What the living do not understand (they should hear themselves) is that the dead talk back. My biggest challenge in life is to simply survive. From one moment to the next. Survival is

  10. Tim Barrus: Such Is Our Dirt Bike Town

    We stole a new motorcycle. I should probably say I stole a new motorcycle. I can steal any kind of vehicle I want. Anyone who can hack any network of computers can hack a vehicle. I can do it from the other side of town. “We could just say we