Tim Barrus: The New York Times

I do not know why the New York Times is. I have nothing in common with suits. But I do know how to make them fucking cry. I have to brace myself if I see the thing. Usually, it makes me vomit. I do not know why I do this.

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

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…

Tim Barrus: But the Pictures of Us Provoked a Dark Desire

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.  

Tim Barrus: Give Me The Daggers The Witchcraft Of Boys Seems Dead And Whose Dreams A Demon’s Face The Moon Is In Repose

Desire is another sleep’s oblivion.

Tim Barrus, New York Times

I don’t get why the New York Times hates me. Are you kidding me. Most of the people I know in NYC, and I have my unwavering spies who surveil the lot of you bare naked and we can see your junk, are of the opinion, the New York Times…

Tim Barrus: Last Time I Did This, I Ripped the Pages Out & Glued Them 2 My Current Canvass

I am a communist. I don’t think like you do. I don’t see anything like you do. I am told that I am a High Functioning Autistic. But what does it mean. I have no idea. None. There are many things that we understand. Autism has a creeping sort of…

TIM BARRUS: THE GAZEBO

 The seven directions of invisibility, howling like the whirling sky.  

Tim Barrus: Way Skinny

Tim Barrus: Why Are You Here

What kind of world did we want. Once. What kind of people did we want to become. What is the texture of Is There Beauty Here. One of the misconceptions people have is that the anwer is likely, no. I Never Asked To Be Here is prolific. There is no…

Tim Barrus: BangeeSting like a Dirty Girl.

ThenTheyRippedItUpAndThey, HadGuns. What neighborhood do you think you are in the homeless sleep in here but so many of them know art, but even after screening, so many of them were the homeless in a tent with small dead animals in your mouth aren’t we allowed to say the whole…

Tim Barrus: Family Dollar

Tim Barrus: NYT

It never just goes boom. It. Drips. Away. – Tim Barrus

Tim Barrus: Censorship, New York Times

IT’S EASIER TO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP. BUT WHEN YOU’RE ASKING THE WRONG QUESTIONS, SUDDENLY, YOU ARE THE FOCUS OF THEIR PROBLEMS. THE NEW YORK TIMES HAS SILENCED ME. I HAVE TO GO DO SOME MESCALINE. AND GET THE SMELL OFF.

Tim Barrus: Even their wives hate them. It’s hard and it’s dangerous to have cops as sources. Watch your back.

Tim Barrus: Color Seperations

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…

Tim Barrus: Rember That Guy On Park Benches That Was Me On 59th. Why Are We Here. It Is My Job 2Ask It.

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…

Tim Barrus: Finished With Some Pills

Tim Barrus: Harm That The Wise Powers Deny

I drove into town today. The streets are ghosts of mist. Lonely chimeras. Kingdoms. Provinces. It was slippery but my nobby tread worked wonders. I can’t wear the medical mask when I am on the road. I’ve done it for over two years. But today was cold rain so the…

Tim Barrus: America Is A Scarecrow Whose Eyes Have Been Pecked By Birds

The carnival whirligigs of time bring their wormholes and their black holes and their hole holes to Melancholy Revenges Weary Of Being Consistently Undone.

Tim Barrus: Highway Robbery

It seemed we all had Second Selves. https://www.nytimes.com/2021/12/17/opinion/great-books-socrates.html?campaign_id=0&emc=edit_cr_20211218&instance_id=0&nl=comments-notifications&regi_id=56243886&segment_id=0&user_id=acf7e0fa0ccfaa274c5a8c73c0976c4a#commentsContainer&permid=115978159:115978159 I am a communist. Ego or go home. You knew there would be a book. About it. There’s a book about everything, right. Wrong. What can possibly be Socratic about Love In the Afternoon. What do you mean, Love In the Afternoon.…

Tim Barrus: Watching From the Shadows

EVERY PARTICLE EVER CREATED HAS AN ANTIMATTER TWIN EVERY LAST ONE AND CAMBRIDGE

Tim Barrus: CrackerJack

Internal Dialogues. Voices. Desire. Curiosity. You were wearing an ankle bracelet and all your second selves approved. You tell me you can control the voices. I may have to eat your brain. Where Is It Written That I Am Obligated To Tell You What Is Real. What has passed the…

Tim Barrus: It Does Not Matter 2 Me Who Brings It

Not many people are on the road. The pandemic has had the result of cleaning much of the air. That will change. I can see into the wilderness. This will be a record of stop to stop. City to city. Protest to protest. Riot to riot. Fuck to fuck. Demonstration…