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Tim Barrus: 100,000 Copies
Publishing Was Dark I was living in NYC when the Mineshaft opened. I am a chronicler of wet people from the rain and soaked and traveling with you is dangerous, but that was when I was dangerous, too. The cab has to be slick, new, and as yellow as Baby…
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Today Is More Important Than The Past
I do this stuff for the suits. On a personal level, I’m just this anonymous guy – nothing special – on a dirt bike passing by shooting images on a GoPro. Of you. And you. And you. Kids want to know why “You’all don’t wear a helmet is the law…
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Tim Barrus: Thermonuclear Weapons Unleashed
The unraveling begins. I no longer care about what Joe Biden says. He cannot win. The democrats cannot pull off a Hail Mary. They don’t have the drive for it. They are impotent. They don’t have the gravitas because their exalted leaders are so extraordinarily comfortable. There are democrats who…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Trump’s Shit Stinks
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Tim Barrus: You Always Did Jump for Joy
You were either high (and all of its variations) or you were low (and all of its variations). You had flown up a tree not unlike Peter Pan. “I’m flyiiiiinnnngggg.” Peter is a naughty boy. You have no idea. How naughty is Pan, anyway. The question is not worthy of…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I am actually hard on the South. A jaundiced eye. Never use a radiator. We grow great corn around here. I’ve never seen a still. But I have heard whispers about them.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I live at the top of a mountain in the Blue Ridge. I ride a dirt bike. Street bikers think I’m nuts. But who needs a helmet anyway. I am thinking America in my hair. When I ride into a city, someone tries to steal my bike. I have caught…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
The poor today will be the poor tomorrow and slavery – hope is ephemeral and is called a job given out with cold regard to the Homo sapiens on the exhausted planet. Let’s dig some coal. And dig and dig and dig our way to splendid riches. I mean, what…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Or how do you live in a broom closet.
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AN OCEAN WITHOUT SHORES
I am a communist. I spend my time traveling around America – because I want to. I ride a dirt bike. Not a conservative street bike your Daddy loved. Conservatism makes absolutely no sense after what I have seen, listened to, argued with, and smelled the smoke from animals on…