Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: The Bad Truant Children All Have Cameras and They’ve Been Watching
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You would brush all the summers by your conflicts with desire. Your children were jumping on my couch today. Make them stop. Go home, Woman, and take your rug rats with you.
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TIM BARRUS: JEEPS NEED REPAIRS
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This is the Jeep we used in the construction of the Free Clinic we built that has burned to the ground. A lot of people who cannot afford to wait around for all the necessary bullshit permissions wait around a lot. The boys called it the Fuck Bucket.
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tim barrus: and in the wake of another wave of sabotage
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Isolation on any map.
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tim barrus: for me, it was just a distant land
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The yellow glow of the porch light attracted moths and men.
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tim barrus: even the air hurt
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that
time
in
tents
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tim barrus: divided by our wanderings
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by the time the communists arrived
he was now a pretty girl
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Tim Barrus: Someone Stop Me
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Be Nice I am always nice. Always. Sometimetimes. It shuts down who are you and then someone fucks me in the mouth and I kinda remember. Nahh. There’s no there their arrest is overrated it was a setup and so was this. I knew it it. You know it now.…
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Tim Barrus: Supply Lines
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Really, who would trust a politician. Really, who would trust – I don’t know – men. “How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is’t you do?” We are simply hunter-gatherers called Republicans. Damned if you do. Damned if you don’t. Corporations do not sit around and discuss all…
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Tim Barrus: Rember That Guy On Park Benches That Was Me On 59th. Why Are We Here. It Is My Job 2Ask It.
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I am a communist. Masks are nothing new to me. When we were doing this stuff together around collage age shut up what were they doing now. Le women. I have been here before. No one knows who is an Officer of the Deluge and fucking shit hoped one was…
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Tim Barrus: Gatekeepers are Overlords
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I regret writing the word autism. A hand grenade. I regret writing period. Being attacked is draining. I burned my books. I hate them. 37 meds a day cost 7K a month. Where are the writers who live with mental illness, too. In Electric Lit, I do talk about hearing…