Tim Barrus Blog
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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.
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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…
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dollface
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Attends, bébé, nous pilotons ce navire d’État.
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J’ai léché ton trou du cul jusqu’à ce que tu saignes.
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Tous les guerriers à leurs casernes et vous et votre cul y restez.
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dude on bed
The deceit. The exploration. The Cherry Pie.
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All of us are from the sea and creatures who were nocturnal but now what we have are skeletons of the thing whose bones are stones.
All of humanity can be replaced with eloquent inventions of themselves.
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He Could Not Place the Name but He Never Watched TV It Had No Allure 2 Him
Tim Barrus Art & Photography
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They Turned. Grinning quietly.
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Sometimes Exploding In A Wild Incohate Scream
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You Followed Him In the Woods Because He Would Leave You There
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Spit In Your Hand
There is always a Before It Was Too Late. Not unlike the check left on the table at Antoine’s. Running out the door. In full leather. Running out the door anywhere back then in full leather (I only wanted the pants because my dick was always hard and to hell…
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Shadows of Great Ships
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A HEMORRHAGE WHEN THEY PULLED
When they play Autistic Presto ChangeOh, and they and only they could change the Autism Witch by paying her a lot of le CryptoCurrency, ToFixThis, just walk away. Usually, the kind of car I am looking for, finds me. Cars and bikes are nothing. My specialty is a Rolls Royce…
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Who Moving Others Is Himself as Stone
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Snakes In Church
I am a communist. I live in Appalachia. Christianity is a mistake. A power play that exploited workers with punishment. Punishment for what you did not believe in. I believe in the power of Shut Up. Become a rock. Throw yourselves at them. Religious bigots still believe power is their…
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DIRT BIKE TOWN EXISTS
He would subside into a chair, and receive hot soup.
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AND THIS UNSLEEPING DEMON
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Tim Barrus Photography
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Totally Fucked
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You Did Not Have to Carry the Gravity of It By Yourself
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Bluez
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Seminal
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cloven hooves