Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: It Isn’t Going To Take A Photograph By Itself
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Your lucid moment has not risen to the level of ourselves. Endless grief. What does it mean. Nothing. A rusty pickup stopped. And we got in. You misplaced your camera in that empty house.
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Tim Barrus: It Had 2 B Done
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Divergent moment. Stand still, Raven.
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Tim Barrus: Lovers and Thieves
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I would never use your real name in a novel I am writing where the main character is demented. Why would I do that. I might do that. But I didn’t. If you got it if you got it you go boom boom. And my runaway eye eye. If you…
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Tim Barrus: Minimize Your Risk
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We lived upstairs. We did not go out much. We kept the place fully stocked. Wichita whores chill. Crystal sing just sing. Coal free. Keep your shoes on. It was a mistake to have just have left me standing alone. Go. Go. Take yourself home. I am home.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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I am conflicted about inclusion. I have been in the thick of it. In some ways, it’s just managing chaos. After a year of inclusion, my typical 6th graders never once invited the disabled in – the disabled kids were not their friends, they were just obstacles in the classroom…
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Tim Barrus, Mr. Daniels
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Irene: Jack Daniels. Danny’s. 7pm
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Tim Barrus, The Little Boxes
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The whores can rent what we call one of the Little Boxes.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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People cling to their various definitions of what they think hope is. The word itself is a pornography. Deeply embedded in Homo sapien’s needy brain. It needs you to love him. It needs you to embrace him. It needs you to reason with him if it can be done. Mainly,…
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Tim Barrus: Munching On Peyote
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My friends live here, too. We’re a bit tired. Life is a hard bitch. No one around here calls it a mobile home.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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It is a white, upper middle class value that remembering is good for you. “We’re only trying to help you.”
Run. Run for your worthless life.