Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: Chaos Has Come Again
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As proof of lonely drifting, a swallowing of glass. But dawn and time will kill us all because is dawn is time and we are in it.
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Tim Barrus: Treason Has Done Its Very Worst.
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After life and its fitful fever sleeps too well, reason has done its worst, nor steel, nor poison, will cause his domesticity to tear the pieces of his second selves that hang from trees not loud but deep in the hanging of the whole wide world, a pause, a hope…
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Tim Barrus: I Don’t Always Wear a Helmet I Have Been Driving Dirt Bikes Since 1962 And No Accidents No Helmet Means I Can Get Away With It
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Spilling from their numbers, their throats were their throats. The swallowing. The wisdom of the fools has no secrets having been limited to blood at first, and then a tongue in my mouth is to sweets as a special name day, but as pictures, the moon is down, and it…
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Tim Barrus: But the Pictures of Us Provoked a Dark Desire
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We would jump the night to come. It meant travelling ahead in time. The tendency towards a state of equilibrium is entropy. The entropy of a system will always increase as systems unwind, cool down, wear out. Thermodynamics. Statisitical inevitability.
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Tim Barrus: The Jack of Clubs
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Homo Sapiens have within them the last rattle but it’s nothing like the one a snake might have.
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Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town
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Dirt Bike Town and jambalaya. So, in a voice, I became someone else. The afterlife of art as someone else’s lips. I am ambivalent that achievement is achievement. His tongue is in your mouth. No one is unique because no one can be. My answer to just about everything is…
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Tim Barrus: Give Me The Daggers The Witchcraft Of Boys Seems Dead And Whose Dreams A Demon’s Face The Moon Is In Repose
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Desire is another sleep’s oblivion.
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Dirt Bike Town is in the South. South of the South. Jamaica, What The Fuck. It’s RiverWater. Don’t Touch It.
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What does Dirt Bike Town do.
It snarls. It does have teeth. It’s the South. Three cheers for Crystal Meth and the cooks that bake the cakes. I stay away from that shit. It’s a headache. Hallucinogens make my day.
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Tim Barrus: Public Health and Public Humiliation are synonymous.
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This is my official medical reportage.
Public health wants to see the inside of your asshole. They want to rape you.They do not see themselves as abusers, but that is exactly who and what they are. Public health (as if they had nothing else to do) has conducted a set…
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Tim Barrus: Defy Them Defy Them Defy Them
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I am a communist. I defy death almost every day. It’s ordinary. I am an ordinary man. What is the almost about. Don’t soften it to make it prettier for them, Tim, than it is. I do not care if you like it pretty. I am an angry guy. Without…