Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with Tim-Barrus-Art
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It’s About the Hat
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Books and Bikes
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foot in tub
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Tim Barrus Art
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The Variant Can Kill You Fast
Last summer, I kept asking people at the NIH what the plan was for the covid variant, Bubba. What variant. There had to be a variant. And that variant could only survive to reproduce if we let our guard down too early. That puts us right smack dab where we…
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Tommy Irish
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By Which Our Tongues Are Circumspect
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a corresponding neutrino
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Your Dinner Is In the Fridge
You Want Me To What
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Only a Timely Fraction Of
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The Rich Hate Children
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The Gravity Field Binding the Coma Galaxy Together
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What Is Obligation
Internal Dialogues. Voices. Where Is It Written That I Am Obligated To Tell You What Is Real. The road. Or the trip. Choose.
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whose enormous dread
Commentaires. Des avis. Observations. Beaucoup de questions. Suceuse. Littérature. Le bord. Sur le fil du rasoir. mon point de vue comme enveloppé dans un roman. Un roman. https://www.nytimes.com/2021/06/07/opinion/spring-wildlife-rescue.html#commentsContainer&permid=113145951:113145951
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What Experts
Patton Park I See Divisions Tim Barrus 2021 Cinematheque Films GoPro
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IAMBIC
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Nine Boxes
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My Friends Who Have Children
The house itself is one hundred and twenty years old. Entire families. Grandma is buried in the back yard. You shared a bedroom with your brother. You shared a bed with your brother. You worshipped your brother. He was cruel and he hated you. It could not be undone. The…
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He is Not Defiant
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When the Bars Close
the whole structure whose monotonous long sleeps thief your bike was on the front porch
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The Boat Ramp
I left on the same boat ramp I came in on. You are a long way away. If you want it, I’m gonna be va va voom voom If you got it, you got it, you got that boom boom If you want it, I’m gonna be va va voom…
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Gold Coins For The Boatman
ArtPhotography: Tim Barrus
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He Disappears Into His Wounds
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Spills Into Cups
their dancing spills into cups incognito but i know who the fuck you are/ your bones spread out like demons deep into the devil night/ and there it is, falls down, the challenge is to not allow the world to make you disappear, it will anyway, we are just the…
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Memory’s Machine
après la fête le reste rages de poussière resté derrière se masturber à l’intérieur du cerveau enregistrer plus tôt tragédies désorientées par flou si parallèle événements https://www.instagram.com/timbarrus/