Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: Grandma’s House
I would climb this tree. My grandmother would emerge from the house with a broom. “You are going to fall from that tree, boy.”
They thought autism was retardation. It can be. But not this time.
It was not my mother’s fault. She tried her best. I was anything but…
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I ran the dogs at the soccer field this morning. They are now cold-ass-exhausted, but they sure had a great time. No chasing geese.
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Tim Barrus: Member of the Wedding
I can’t believe we have mesmerized females with so much wedding porn that we have to consult Karl Marx to know if the culture can take the strain from one more wedding leading straight to bankruptcy. Just buy her the refrigerator.
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Tim Barrus: Joined at the Hip
Only fools fall for you.
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Tim Barrus: Buying Time: NYT
I am a communist. It doesn’t matter what we believe in. I live by myself on a mountain in Appalachia. I can walk outside and see North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Tennessee, Virginia – and West Virginia. Or clouds which are really smoke stack smoke. Trees gone. We raise ten…
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Tim Barrus: Finished With Some Pills
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Tim Barrus: A Far Afternoon
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Tim Barrus: The Voice, the Kid, and the River
I am a communist. I am a criminal. No one taught us how to swim. I have long white hair and a long white beard now. My dick is white and cut and pierced and I am from Krypton the real Krypton and they eat snakes they can have mine.…
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Tim Barrus: Curvature
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Tim Barrus: I Am Eating a Raw Hotdog
I am eating a raw hot dog. The crows are looking at me eating the raw hotdog with their shiny black heads bopping around. The crows are amused. Most of us in the Writing Coven do not listen, My little coven in the coven (there are only six of us,…