But Call Forth Thundering Or At Least Recapture It.

Your Truck Smells Like Dead Animals Watcha Gonna Do When He Comes 4U

No one ever leaves, and returns, to find the places you had left. It has disappeared. The people all around won’t even look at you. Because they remember. What they knew even as the past took you to the cancer in your eyes, and sometimes you wished you could be…

don’t look at me don’t look at me

Even beauty forgets the scraping of the wolf wind into whose frosted windows were only half of what the Old Man, married as it were to rust. Was What Old Man. My Old Man. The Old Man with his women and his Canadian Club. Something for at night to suck…

tim barrus: tout bien ou roen

The Ice-Flow Drifts – and one of the raw sounds – as the oppulence of drifting is not a blueprint for the future. The beaten but what are the winds to sand, seas in seas, nightship eyes, whose strength was like a lover I had, the status quo of Him…

Tim Barrus: My Rooms Above The Dodge

My rooms were above the Dodge. In Dodge. In a dry and dreamtime land of whiteboys and trucks and those boys really do believe the earth was made just for them. What white boys know of life sits alone itself in Chinatown, strange. Just outside of town, a huge pit…

I Am A Communist

I am a communist. I cannot write the name of the disease I have because violence is reality. While looking for housing, my family slept in a pickup. Landlord doors slammed in my face. They call the police. Wikipedia went for my throat. They rewrote my life seven times. I…

Tim Barrus Art

Tim Barrus Art

Dirt Bike Town Seeks Agent

The animals had yet not lost the study of revenge thousands at this terrifying speed. The lie doing and suffering darkens streets and on burning omnipotence to gun running in the witching hour of twilight inebriated with insolence oh, let us see sobriety in amy man.

The wind. The summer. And the Sandman.

Tim Barrus: They All Grew Up

Carnival was almost done. I am a communist. I am impotent. Mark Warren called. I have autism. Make it go away. I see timelines and angels. I listen to the voice of the people who have taken up residency inside my head.

Tim Barrus: Getting Out Of Dodge Is A Repeated Paradigm of Hide and Seek

“Justin says hi.” I exhaled. I should have been surprised. Imagine the coincidence. I was not surprised. Justin and I had connected in a bus station toilet in Arkansas. The rats only came out at night. I could not sleep there. People do not sleep in Arkansas. They just pull…

Orbitlogue

 Time itself fills downward lunges in a net of stars that as the galaxy mean temperature drops as it must with entropy of any kind, particles move more and more slowly slowly. When the temperature of the universe dips below (a winter chill), 3,000 degrees Kelvin, and electrons slow down…

The Inherent Ability for Self-Determination

Like crows. Rip some meat off a piece of carcass and fly away. Black and purple glints listen to the sun of wings. The Black Raven Crows. Everyone had heard the cultural cawing of species after species, quite clearly, we knew this would happen and it did. Some were stunned.…

The Dirt of Dirt Bike Town

MOSCOW APARTMENTS AND CIGARETTES

As a species, we are way outdated. It was all a lie. And now whenever I walk into the bedroom, I smell your revolutionary cigarettes, my Gog (I have decided to call it Gog, not god). In Heaven they were strong but butt fuck me, those cigarettes you smoked, baby,…

it will not rain again it will not

I Say There Is Darkness And I Prefer The Darkness It Is Good Good

How I See It

When I tell people that I do not see things the way they see them, people seem to go directly to opinion. They see an issue one way. I see it in another way. Entirely. I am not speaking to the power of opinion. It is more literal than what…

You Were Meant To Want it

I am a communist. Who loves trips to Bankingland. I suspect this Boo is about followers which le-tube has confirmed are bouncing off the walls. Test their drop of blood. Does it coagulate history or tell you about disease. America loves disease. Secret Stealth makes wealth. Landowners shovel coal into…

The Insensate Mythology of Hoarding

The act of remembering swings fat dick and recoils. We stole a lot of cars. The gig was not uncommon among chop shops that would offer us deals. Like pay me for five cars when I only showed up with four.   

Great Ships Will Appear

The last time I sailed a tall sailing vessel around the world, I learned how to crawl up the rigging barefoot. The HMS Fantome would sink in Hurricane Mitch. I had left the ship to fly back to the Keys. About all I could do is stare out to sea…

dollface

Attends, bébé, nous pilotons ce navire d’État.

J’ai léché ton trou du cul jusqu’à ce que tu saignes.