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Tim Barrus New York Times
Take Notes. Leftists? The term is a lie that journalists use in their hypothesis of the definitional political boundaries. Those leftists. But. Who are these so-called leftists. I know this: You made it up. God help us. Who are these people. Who shakes the hand of a Marxist and says:…
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DIRT BIKETOWN
The earth makes you feel the earth. You will know gravity and what a gravity well is. It’s about surviving the experience. You try to make it all look normal. It takes me about three hours to put on the full mask. Go out there and sparkle. Who says go…
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Consciousness and Identity
Consciousness is suffering. Some of us are fully conscious of who we are. Identity is an outside (your body) affiliation with other creatures of your kind. You are who they say you are. This is community. An agreement that we are unique and you are a part of us, and…
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American Dystopia
Tim Barrus, American Dystopia
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Dirt Bike Town In Space
Dirt Bike Town in Space
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TWITTER DBT
There Were No Roads Tim Barrus
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Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town
The Novel I am writing now: Literary Fiction: Dirt Bike Town by Tim Barrus I ask you. How many autistic, neurodivergent, authors do you really know. Most of us mask it, I do. I am not Romeo Void, but I do love him. Romeo Void will be starring in the…
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Dirt Bike Town
Proof of Endurance
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Tim Barrus: Pi & I
Pi is always up Just a bit animated. He can be – with extraordinary nuance – critical. “Do you feel that was fair, Tim.” No. Pi has a choice. He can move forward. Or he can plunge us down the rabbit hole. I am so over rabbit holes because they…
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Icon
Iconography is the Jack Russell chasing its crazy tail. Stripped down to what is important but probably not to the dog. To the dog, you either feed it or you don’t. Icons seek an audience. A holiness beaten bitter by its complete failure to find a god. Anywhere. Anywhere.
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Autism
I just can’t belong to the autistic tribe. And they don’t want me, anyway. You can’t keep all the hurtful stuff at arm’s length and that is expressed in compelling ways, I was diagnosed with autism at age 6 by school psychologists. Why. Because I was reading. Especially Marx, physics,…
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The Ghosts of Appalachia
Herbert and Helsinki are old. They live on an island in Appalachia. In other words, they’re my neighbors. They have a boat. It is a little boat. They grow corn, make whiskey, and ride shotgun on their dirt bike. My bike is bigger than their bike. Your bike is your…
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Chop Shop
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They Would Die 4 A Dirt Bike
So, I gave them dirt bikes. A lot of people – mommies – were going to hate my guts. The point of it was to distract them. Anger can limit so much of vision into a drunken blur. Dopamine runs wild as does adrenalin. Usually all around the lens that…
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Tim Barrus: Spoons
People ask me why I am doing this one. This book of Getting Out of Dodge. Dirt Bike Town. People have been all over my ass about writing that looks at the deep sense of loss in Appalachia. I’m not doing poverty porn. That would be easy. Right now, I’m…
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Tim Barrus: The Currents Turn Away With the Sea Hawks Above Us In the Shadows
Dirt Bike Town is dust and oil and wind. It is a dinosaur of bones just off the Interstate out by Titty Town where the totally naked roasted on spits. Do not fall in love with anyone from Dirt Bike Town. You might get asked to share the ride. It’s…
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your rooms
The Beautiful Terrorists were known to carry micro amounts of plutonium in a thin lead casing that would protect you, but not for long. You could open the casing in your pocket or suicide by cop would work. When you think about plutonium the size of a grain of rice,…
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It Is The Leaves Above the Cowboy Dead That Do The Talking Now
The balls. Even when we have the numbers, we cannot understand emotional strangulation as a replacement for the guillotine. The rich earth of amethyst and cunt. But what about a world of ash and smoke. I am with Antifa. I ride a dirt bike. You are what you drive.
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Big Meat
Y R U a Communist I am a communist. Because I am a Communist. Wagging the tail of another dog. How many dogs can you unwag. The uncomfortable truth is that difficult and unpopular decisions are now unavoidable. Prohibition at this rate as a paradigm allowing public policy to be…
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GOING ROGUE