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GOING ROGUE

THEANTIFASTORIES I can only see a dark and dystopian future. Apocalypse in the time to come is distainfully a cliche that clings to hope. The proposition that there is any hope whatsoever is a destiny of the obscene. Destiny is now. Destiny is here. Destiny is death. Destiny is an…

Men Love Him

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The Phantom Drooping Trees

I doubt that we will see the likes of this again for at least a few lifetimes. Generations of a thin exhaustion. I remember the river. I remember the smell of the river not unlike a slow light upon the ground held in check by rain. I remember watching kids…

because you are compelled to or he will disappear/

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dark by whose law was unforgiving

i washed your dustboy’s back and your holding up the decapitated dead for everyone to see and we do not care to see it/ your cock caught in a silence of an abandoned emptiness, throwing stones at waves like the Other One of us was not really there/ everyone you…

Fish Gut

there is no forgiveness in beds of rusted stone/ your flesh and bone and cock and hole incontinent with the despair of desire/ you lived in a coven of us but our eyes had been sewn tight with fish gut/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

Bain

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Take-Out Only

the families on my street have started burning wood again we all knew that someday it would all come tumbling down all around us and then it did/ like this arthritis in my hands will grind you down to bone and dust/ waiting to eat the stones waiting to eat…

Mon amour est photographe…

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they make me give these things titles

everyone on our street stays up late because I have no idea why but the light has vague bits of dreams to it/ the stuff of moons and dust and the disappearing of all the things we have left behind/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

your mouth of rain

we were the dead/ and we would be them, too/ our tongues had been silenced by our shame/ i would trace your face of pain with my finger sweeping down the rest of you like wet leaves i slide it in you knew you knew you knew i would with…

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Dying Alone

his wings in the jagged glass shadows have been clipped hideously/ they say sedation is this empty vacuum where you are not conscious/ this is a lie/ get used to it/ they’re going to lie to you and force feed you murmuring the dark selves songs/ curling discontent, you hear,…

Dorm

i would sit in the dormroom chair, it was not comfortable/ watching you masturbate/ we never talked about it/ we avoided it/ never exloring our own roles and participation in it/ that fire sale was not extinguished/ i no longer sit in the dormroom chair watching you masturbate/ sometimes, we…

Appalachia Town

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Appalachia Town

Appalachia Town

Appalachia Town

Appalachia Town

Appalachia Town

Appalachia Town

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/

Tim Barrus in the New York Times

AIDS in Appalachia I live in the Blue Ridge in Appalachia where health care is a nightmare. Public Health has waiting lists which means you cannot get an appointment for seven to eight months. Public Health throws you around like you are just a carcass of meat. They sexually exploit…