Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with tim-barrus-prose
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And the Butcher’s Wife Walked About the Town At Night Starkers
Calling all churchen Other Times the Politiks is dawn gen-ghis Sea West seed in the graveyard of his humiliation. Threadbare, if he washes the glasses at the pub he received a free pint before he walked back to his stone cottage in the greenwrought let shrill their tippertoes want him…
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Tim Barrus: Jumping Up and Down In the Sonoran Desert
How far can you fly. Suddenly, there is no light, and I became aware of honeysuckel that will bask in the sun’s photons bouncing white against the moon where the demons are a witchery, and you are here to cast spells on Komodo Varanidae, so be it, but become aware…
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crystal
rimming shit hole riding ponies idiosyncratic fixations shipwreck washed up to sands upon the fetish shore it’s a pony and he loves you cultural dust keeps flashing whispers that life is a neon miracle and all this being down is indulgence go buy a new car go buy designer underpants…