Tim Barrus Blog

1. Tim Barrus, Spark Plug

   Tim Barrus, Mechanic

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2. Tim Barrus, Cottage

   I would never ever ever ever ever never never never sit on the porch steps drinking moonshine. Never.

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3. Tim Barrus: Stop Judging Me

   I don’t live in your world. We do not share any values. The blindness box set you free.

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4. Tim Barrus: Quantum Field

   Even his teeth were an apprehensiveness like loudspeakers crank it up in secrets because they are conflicted.

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5. Tim Barrus: The Bright Burning Orphan In The Front Row

   And we do hope to find perhaps oblivion.

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6. Tim Barrus: What Has Night Got To Do With Sleep

   I got lost in the hotel. It was a big hotel. Sometimes, I do not know where I am. I am not always aware of who I am, for that matter. Wearing the skin of someone else. I sat on the stairs waiting for someone to come by. Hopefulluy before…

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7. Tim Barrus: We Burn Daylight

   True, I speak of dreaming in the afternoon and reading out on my cabin’s tin-roof, I can stand and see the otters back again. The otters are haunted. The demented truth which cunning time assumes Say This is a cold decree rotten to the snake who lives and dies inside…

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8. Tim Barrus, My Appalachia

   Imagination flows now, a great constancy and the beggermaid.  

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9. Tim Barrus: The Palm Tree’s Name Was Romeo

   Romeo was witness to a thousand things a day in that chicken-scratch yard it seems to want to escape from Get Me Out of Here. This palm tree is the moon. I am the man in the moon. This dying house is my dying house. This book, my dog.

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10. Tim Barrus: If Sexuality Were As If

    If by what degree history itself represents, mainly motal armies as they sleep. Even their bones come from wounds. I have made mince meat from a strange and bitter world.  

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