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Posts tagged with Tim-Barrus-Art

  1. desuetude

  2. core

  3. surreptitious

  4. 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…

  5. Feverous Temperatures

  6. TWO FOR OFF THE ROAD

  7. TV SUCKS DICK

  8. U Win U Lose It Happens Even 2U

    Shirtless. Your tits rubbed raw by a relentless wind. And I will run over any snake in these woods on this old road that gets in the jesus way of my dirt bike. I do not look back. They say the snakes are good snakes because they mainly eat mice.…

  9. In Sleep Like Snow Times Ten

  10. Save the image of the creature, and there was the bike.

  11. We Were Always Reading Even If We Did Not Know We Were Reading, We Were Reading

  12. It Was About the Airplane

    I remember Being Four. The voices only returned when the stress level was so toxic, you were never sure you could live through it. He wanted to kill you. He had made that very clear. I was not going to make it easy for him. If it meant we had…

  13. Tim Barrus Art

  14. And Crook the Pregnant Hinges Of the Knee

  15. He Was Diguised But He Was a Spy a Spy

  16. A Capable and Wide Revenge Swallows the Lot of them – Up.

  17. facsimile

    hors de l’eau/ exil pour trouver une corde raide que vous marchez tous les jours/ des hiboux/ de cette façon ils inclinent la tête/ dans les morts rapides et au milieu de la putain de nuit/ http://tim-barrus.format.com/

  18. Dirt Planet

  19. on the bike i am someone else times ten

  20. dark weeks in barren fields

  21. i have given suck and know how tender to love the babe that milks me

  22. The Posture of a Whore

  23. Longing. Wavering. Lost. And sooner worn more threadbare than Inside Out.

  24. school is dangerous

  25. disconsolate

    We are nothing. Not even shit to them. I feel like a compliant sitting duck. They will tie me to a tree and slap me until my eyes have shut closed. Fuck me like a claw mark stains the deep woods camp. Now starving down there in their radiation holes.…
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