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

Tous les guerriers à leurs casernes et vous et votre cul y restez.

dude on bed

The deceit. The exploration. The Cherry Pie.

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.

He Could Not Place the Name but He Never Watched TV It Had No Allure 2 Him

Tim Barrus Art & Photography

They Turned. Grinning quietly.

Sometimes Exploding In A Wild Incohate Scream

You Followed Him In the Woods Because He Would Leave You There

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…

Shadows of Great Ships

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…

Who Moving Others Is Himself as Stone

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…

DIRT BIKE TOWN EXISTS

He would subside into a chair, and receive hot soup.

AND THIS UNSLEEPING DEMON

Tim Barrus Photography

Totally Fucked

You Did Not Have to Carry the Gravity of It By Yourself

Bluez

Seminal

cloven hooves

desuetude

core

surreptitious

CARNIVAL SPRAWLING

The electromagnetic spectrum tuned to specific wavelengths would decide that Carnival was almost done. The Ferris Wheel was grey and wet and lonely. The sun was dull. Leaden clouds of wandering, people wandered everywhere. Just walking behind their eyes, they are now the wanderers and the sprawling blot of chaos…