Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with criminals
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bat mite poverty
the theatre was dark and thousands of bat mites were screaming with their baby pussypussies and bat mites have a right to be 2 but don’t let them creep under the door to my room they like my buttcrack insect hair you will scratch it
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THEY FUCK ME IN THE BACK SEAT
When they fuck me in the back seat, my legs dangle over to the front seat. But if we put the top down, there’s enough hog-wild, holy-roller corncracker to flag a freight train. I declare to fucking Jesus. Those two make my little asshole pout. We jack the cars in…
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An Assumed Name
i never used my real name doing sex work, it wasn’t difficult becoming him, a withdrawal from reality and sleep among the tricks and the travelers who are your fathers and your brothers and your husbands and your sons, your friends and the people you work with and the people…
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we were intent on burning time into ashes
will i be arrested if i say i hate the fucking cops/ fuck cops/ that whole year, we were intent on burning time/ everything was ashes, the book of ashes, the culture cops are set to save/ all of it ashes, cops would like to bust the dead because the…
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Crawling Through the Walls
you were a criminal/ everyone who loved you knew it/ your crimes of pausing in the field was a masquerade of the exquisitely privileged when all you really had was guesswork/ i loved you anyway/ crawling through my own holes of oblivion/ it was most definitely a problem/ a correspondence…