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  1. MAY WE ALL LIVE IN INTERESTING TIMES

    Let us imbue all rapists with respect. Let us imbue the rapist with Bibles. Let us imbue criminals with cash. We could dump it out of airplanes flying over Palm Beach. Let us give serial rapists a parade. Flags. Flags. Let us bow down and prostrate ourselves into submission by


  2. Dirt Bike Town is a Road Trip on Steroids

    What are the constructs of a culture that lend validity to authoritarian rule. What is memory.  


  3. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    Writing is a hustle. Not everyone gatekeeps. Walking onto the Ted stage, confident as the sun, smiling. Get thin. Get rich. Get a trophy wife. Trophy kids. Trophy house. Trophy car. Trophy pool. Trophy food (take pictures). Trophy job. Trophy office. Could someone please write my Ted Talk. Hustle Ted.


  4. Tim Barrus: Trouble at the Lakehouse

    And low heartbeats of sleep. I can taste their dreams. Rolls right. Bites the roof. Bewildering. White fogspit spans and stands for any arch embattled. This tame world is Castle Sordid. And I am the wild oddity they point at he’s autistic and you know, low IQ, no one understands


  5. He Jests at Scars But Never Had One

    It took him a long time of agony and fear to say “Good morning,” And yet his eyes flashed just at the same time I was telling him it was nice to see him, and in this social setting he flinched a lot. Then, his eyes kept their slow cosmic…


  6. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    I hear they go naked under the robes. It’s fun to poke them because it robs them of their ritualized validity. Satire is protected speech. Since this is not the New York Times, I can say that they have no authority and even less moral authority. Make me pay this


  7. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    I exist. You do not exist because you have no particular importance. I exist. I am a persom. You are a Homo sapien. One of many. Garden variety humanism. An ordinary communist. I ghost people every day. I get ghosted every day. Ghosts are the last men standing, they have…


  8. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    The term – health insurance company – means a big brick wall, taller (just) than publishing tall, it’s not going to pay although you will receive. Stratospheric bills for the insurance itself, and co-pays times twenty. There are many reasons why this paradigm does not work. It’s called greed. The…


  9. Tim Barrus, The Places Where We Used to Live

    I used to sleep in a grey sleeping bag with cowboys on the flannel inside of the sleeping bag with my pistols and plastic soldiers and one guy had a sword. I still wish I had a sword. The bad kids didn’t live down the dirt road. We were the…


  10. Tim Barrus: A Sea of Red

    The idea that something called the Vagina Police can be empowered to require women to have examinations (this means men) is a game-changer. The National Sex Police will be looking for churches (how hard can it be) where women always outnumber men. Get on the bus. The vagina archives will…


  11. Tim Barrus: Why AreYou Here

    People in the New York Times go into a rage over my being a communist. They dive down deep into the rabbit hole because they have taken the bait. The next 42 sentences will all be about why communism was bad and it failed. Kinda like me. Their last sizzle…


  12. 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…


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