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  1. Tim Barrus: We Burn Daylight

    True, I speak of dreaming in the afternoon and reading out on my cabin’s tin-roof, I can stand and see the otters back again. The otters are haunted. The demented truth which cunning time assumes Say This is a cold decree rotten to the snake who lives and dies inside…


  2. Tim Barrus, My Appalachia

    Imagination flows now, a great constancy and the beggermaid.  


  3. Tim Barrus: The Palm Tree’s Name Was Romeo

    Romeo was witness to a thousand things a day in that chicken-scratch yard it seems to want to escape from Get Me Out of Here. This palm tree is the moon. I am the man in the moon. This dying house is my dying house. This book, my dog.


  4. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    Different personas. Don’t think for one second, you will not be punished. For that. There will be no redemption. I was h-i-m for well over a decade. I can hear his voice. I can touch his grief, his tongue, and none of it involved  telling me what to do. It


  5. Tim Barrus: Do Not Let Them Break Your Heart

    Our days there were grim. Bedrolls and the Gypsy whose someone is the cups and is after you.  


  6. Tim Barrus: Crows Again

    The best part of that trip was Waffle House.


  7. Tim Barrus: Scratches In This Story Are the Story


  8. Tim Barrus: The Man Who Would Be a Box

    Everyone I have ever met all around the entire planet lives in a fucking box. Time will take you out. Cups carried bends in the plan. I put his fingers in my mouth and warm spit and I sucked this life on the outside sings like the bike is all…


  9. Tim Barrus: Secrets Are Illegal

    I live out of one bag. People can barely believe it. I am not telling Other People (Hell) what to do. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck what Other People do, think, sliced thin on the night shift.


  10. Tim Barrus: Sex Cures Cancer

    There are no wizards. Just old fat white men and the afterdeath.


  11. Tim Barrus: Burned At The Stake

    Some people are ticking, and ticking, and just ticking away their time. Some people are burning through it even as their eyes glare back a ravashing emptiness dry as sorrow in the summer.


  12. Tim Barrus: The Case for All Things


  13. Tim Barrus: We Could Join the Circus

    The crows were let loose upon you. Gone without a word. The shiney objects were the swords in your eyes.


  14. I Could Not Find My Voice Or My Blog

    You Have Blinded Me This entire missive has been written on a phone. Kinda like as it happens because I simply cannot look people in the eye. I appear to be typing because I am writing a book and I know where all the ATMs are. If you haven’t ridden


  15. Tim Barrus: My Mouth Is Weed And Apples.

    Riding The Corkscrew


  16. Tim Barrus: The Dude Is Out

    They were lots of fire, dust, and behaving as if they travel through the astonishing two-split experiment where electromagnetic radiation – photons – came to fall into your earth of second selves.  


  17. Tim Barrus: The Dark In Dirt Bike Town

    Photos with too much light blind me. The white escapes. It feels like an adventure film is pushing me aside to disappear from existence with a snap. I seek something darker to look at. And I seek to make all darkness my default. Just going about my stupid day. Taking…


  18. Tim Barrus: You Were A Beast Of Burden

    i drag those memories across any stage that would have me and let me explain/ my bar stool, if you’re going to have a bar stool, but no bar, you can at least have one refreshing cocktail and I explain to you that I did not know who I was…


  19. Tim Barrus: Checking Out

    You suck off the Motel Night Clerk so there it is. One room, one night. And who is there to make sure we really leave. It had a shower which is why we were there. She had those black fingernails.


  20. Tim Barrus: The New York Times Steadfadstly refuses to “Publish A Known Radical” Which Causes One To Wonder What The Fuck

    Drop this into any mailbox, it will find me with keys and spies and code where women with real tits take off their shoes and light a cigarette. Now what.


  21. Tim Barrus: I Only Said Be Yourself. And so you did. You had been seduced by seduction, and I was okay with it.

    You are not the fly on the wall. Whenever I write any of this nonsense – any text whatsoever – is a defeat of photography and I am the hypocrite who says, Never Explain. By comparison. Or amusing by virtue. To put a camera in faces who know who you…


  22. Tim Barrus: According to Physics


  23. Tim Barrus: 4 Various Views

    You wanted feedback. What, do I appear to you to be a loop you can run around with, but going nowhere. Half the time, I have no idea what people are talking about, and that means you. What ARE you trying to SAY. Just show me. Don’t talk to me.…


  24. Tim Barrus: The Wind and Dust Kick Up

    The wind and dust kicked up. Deeper planets than just hate. But hate is what drives Homo sapiens. Sorrow and desire defines most men.


  25. Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

    Dirt Bike Town and jambalaya. So, in a voice, I became someone else. The afterlife of art as someone else’s lips. I am ambivalent that achievement is achievement. His tongue is in your mouth. No one is unique because no one can be. My answer to just about everything is…