Tim Barrus Writes the Bluez

21 a novel by tim barrus  NEW ORLEANS GENTILLY ROAD MOTEL We had become Invisible. The guns we were buying — this time, too — were dubious at best. Cervantes was late. Being punctual was odd. For homo sapiens sapiens. It meant something ominous. A punctual pattern. There is no…

Tim Barrus

The celebrity machines on the march of progress. How do the people who feed this beast live with themselves. The machine is ruthless. We are the culture of ruthlessness. It has permeated every cellular structure of society. There are only two issues. What is the truth, and what is identity.…

Tim Barrus

“Find what you love and let it kill you.” – Charles Bukowski

Tim Barrus

There was only one question in Dirt Bike Town, and that question was about survival.

Tim Barrus

Travel Time: Nawlins to Baton Rouge, 3 minutes, 26 seconds. Depending on the dirt bike.  

Tim Barrus

Dirt Bike Town a novel by tim barrus read by robin king

Tim Barrus: Kansas

I am a communist. All the old bedfellows are the new bedfellows. The one thing we can expect from a deviant is deviance. Tear it up to tear it down. It doesn’t come anymore American than that. Down here in the deep South, the managerial class is the caste that…

Marelybone

Romeo Void is an albino warrior at the end of the ends, the dark, and the moonless pitch twisted not unlike the murklights eats the Grim with fog, so who is Romeo Void, wtf, i told you, Romeo is an albino  at war with the Normals. Romeo is many things.…

Tim Barrus: Tyranny

The Gods Were Cruel Little Tyrants – Tim Barrus

Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

Dirt Bike Town, a novel, by Tim Barrus

Bad Autistic: School

Bad Autistic – Tim Barrus

Baby, You Smell Like Bikerdust

Road Trip

I wake up in the morning with Romeo Void in my mouth. I will slit my wrists without coffee. Coffee. I go to work constructing Romeo. Knowing full well, the critics finally get the final say. Or do they. Get anything. Most of them will flog me (don’t even go…

Chop Shop

Tim Barrus: Scratches In This Story Are the Story

Tim Barrus: Carry Your Helmet

The bike was my only transportation. When I was not on the bike, I carried my helmet. Pretty much everywhere. Often, my autism prevents me from understanding what you are talking about. Your way of seeing the world is not the world I know or see. I won’t know what…

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…

Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

A road trip on a dirt bike. Fire to fire. Photograph to photograph. Video to video. Riding shotgun. The culture war had come to town.