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Tim Barrus: Bad Autistic

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Through Windows Essays By Tim Barrus

Bad Autistic: School

Bad Autistic – Tim Barrus

Baby, You Smell Like Bikerdust

Died For Love

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Dirt Bike Town In Space

Dirt Bike Town in Space

Up 2 No Good

l’aube extérieure s’est glissée dans la pièce/ne le regarde pas/ne lui donne pas ce qu’il veut/c’est mon travail/

Different Cameras

I do not know where the idea originated that it was bad to use more than one camera in a lifetime. I do not know how such a stupid question is not a question. You tell me. How immoral is it to use a variety of cameras. I am using…

We Do Not Know What Art Is

I write books that challenge the nature of identity. I do that on purpose. I am not my characters. I am my characters. A lot of that can be done by having one’s characters confront art. Do they confront art or are these fictional people who only look. Most novels…

Turning Everything We Know Inside Out and Backwards

i have no reason to assume we all see things the same way because we clearly do not/ and all my neurodivergent sperm sailed bravely backwards to ireland, genetic bugabuga every civilized group of homo sapiens, just waiting for the sky to fall/ the wretches in the street and screaming…

Tricks Among the Travellers

Portofino

Kross Kreek

Kross Kreek

Tatters

There are six squirrels who live inside. Fred. Wilma. Barney. Betty. Bambam. And Suzanne Pleshette. Fortunately, there are a lot of oak trees and acorns that go up the hill. There is a hole in the back of New China Gardens where they come and go. Two are albino squirrels.…

Little Mermaid Town

It Always Pours on a Road Trip This one comes straight out of Dodge. I am writing about Dodge, now. There is on the le road, and there is off. The le road. People have to choose, and that is the way in. Into what. That downpour — Motel Find…

Sleeping in Hammocks

I think in images. Not words. I do take those words and my job is to translate them into ideas homo sapiens can understand. Usually, they don’t get it, and you begin to realize that they are just not going to get it. No matter what. A brick wall is…

Dirt Bike Town

Proof of Endurance

Xrayy Photography Has Me By the Balls

I do defy but by degrees most photos from the past but the past of what is another dimension and this one would be filled with light. Despite being quite a step forward in artificial lighting development, the early chemicals used in photography were harsh and could only turn out…

Blue Ridge Baby

Revenge has a few things to hang doubt upon. – Tim Barrus

That These Vaults, too, Should Crack

The weight of this sad time, and sing, and tell old tales we can do this. We can do more than just endure.

Dirt Bike Town

Diaspora never happens in a vacuum.

I Had Died an Hour Before

There is nothing serious about mortality.

Jeep Sex

Dirt Bike Town and the Ha Ha

Road Trip Swing

I can sit on this swing and I swing (usually with the dog), not too hard. I can sit on this swing and make any number of road trips. The steller moments come after you pee. The leaves are an orchestra of disclosing the miracles, we live like wretches in…

Tim Barrus Cabin Xray

It’s cold up the mountain. This morning, Jump Off was covered in a white erie frost. I can’t spend winters up here because at night, it’s easily below zero. My avascular system (an extreme form of arthritis) kicks in, and I literally cannot move. You have to keep the fireplace…