Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Tim Barrus: What is closure.

    Tim Barrus, NewYork Times Tim Barrus, New York Times I am a communist. Closure seems to be another American bugabuga designed to reinforce that illusive notion that articulates the rhetoric living is worth the work and the struggles of Being Here. Or Not. Americans think “Or Not” is a moral…

  2. Tim Barrus: Cry Don’t Cry

    Indoors the void. The cunt’s tide she rules like a kingdom, but indoors, there is just an oil lamp who makes light for some strange thing in broken sleep. She reaches for the pretense of my soul, I do not have one, being a witch and all, the devil’s anger…

  3. Tim Barrus: Likker Head Speed Freak Laser Beams From Mars and Walmart

    The land itself is tough. And often ugly. Far and away. Fish or cut bait. Far and away, it’s finger fucking cold. Far and away the widows were the witches, most of whom were only waiting, and some would walk around in the woods at night like crows.

  4. Tim Barrus: Pushing the Weight of Gravitas Itself

    A bear is mainly teeth and butt. Black bears are more interested in what is inside your backpack, maybe goodies. A brown bear is not interested in your backpack. No. He smells you. Unless you have some serious bear spray, you are going to die. If I go outside and…

  5. tim barrus: kingdom for a little grave

    I became Nasdijj. Shrugs.

  6. Tim Barrus: Censorship at the New York Times

    TIM BARRUS: CENSORSHIP AT THE NEW YORK TIMES Seriously, okay, they get credit. It was one in a million. Have you been to the Casino in Reno. It’s Over. Make these old people go home. I want to see cowboys and horses in Flag. I am a communist. I crave…

  7. Tim Barrus: 2LiveABarrenSubstanceInsideaNeedWhoseGriefOfTwentyShadowsIsNotGrief

    I am a communist. I am a lurid communist. You cannot wring blood from a hermitage. You cannot sleep with infidels. Whose flesh unseen the ruined temples of a king.

  8. Tim Barrus: Now, That Our Mouths and Throats Are Filled With the Dust From Bones Thousands of Years of Bones.

    Comments are like hearing a shotgun somewhere in the woods of It All Happened Before I Got Here. Sound itself. Always a Threat As Sure as Death. What torment is cunning. What love, you old fool, is the body or the book. That subtle knot which hangs us by their…

  9. Tim Barrus: Maybe we could all just crank it up a notch. The poor become the Middle Class. The rich go straight to suicide.

    I am a communist. I do not care for Americans. Do all Americans have to tell these resolution lies. I vow this year to be rich. While the rest of us are busy surviving Americans. Anything but binary. The lecturing voice and the finger waving in my face. All puffed…

  10. Tim Barrus, the New York Times

    Tim Barrus and the New York Times
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