Tim Barrus, New York Times

Silencing comments is where it all begins. There is no ending anyone else is aware of.

Tim Barrus: Get Up And Go To Work

Tim Barrus, New York Times

Tea is best. Mescaline in my world is Moon. In my world, this will not be a world you recognize or know, there are codes, languages, suggestions articulated to obfuscate the normals into demonstrations of a white snow. Button snow is a little darker. If you advocate, you break the…

Tim Barrus: Give Me the Gun I Said Give Me the Gun I said Give It To Me

There were no costumes. The filming took place in a midnight rest area toilet. Fog. No cops. Just us. Break his arm, and I will grab the gun while he is focused on the break. A compound fracture would be best. The script was born of rage. Autistic and…

Tim Barrus, New York Times

After the pit bull attack, no one could sleep. Today, I drive a dirt bike. Becauuse it’s really fast. It takes off like a match. It could be following me. But I can run that bike faster than a pit bull can kill.  

Tim Barrus, New York Times

Blue Heelers are the best.

Tim Barrus, New York Times

There is usually an adult somewhere out there who could reach a kid. This would be men. But men want to hurt you. Women are from another planet. No one will help you. They only want you to bleed.

Tim Barrus: His Bloodied Face

Hearing whispers was a treasure trove of echo after echo where identity came from the mouths of those who helped to mold the embracing of life’s dalliances with the power of compelled adjustment. It’s your eyes that flash furiously from the ancient times to now. From which I will wash…

Tim Barrus: The WhirlWind Is Gaunt

Seeing as how the circumstances had us sliding out any number of windows and one we broke. Damn, we must be like those video stars on Survive This.

Tim Barrus: The skateboard is only symbolic of a trillion things.

You never know if there will be an audience for anything. You just have to simply do it. Make it. Create from scratch. Or go home. – tim barrus

Tim Barrus: Lovers and Thieves

I would never use your real name in a novel I am writing where the main character is demented. Why would I do that. I might do that. But I didn’t. If you got it if you got it you go boom boom. And my runaway eye eye. If you…

Tim Barrus, Mr. Daniels

Irene: Jack Daniels. Danny’s. 7pm  

Tim Barrus, The Little Boxes

The whores can rent what we call one of the Little Boxes.

Tim Barrus, New York Times

People cling to their various definitions of what they think hope is. The word itself is a pornography. Deeply embedded in Homo sapien’s needy brain. It needs you to love him. It needs you to embrace him. It needs you to reason with him if it can be done. Mainly,…

Tim Barrus, Malcolm X

I went to the same Junior High School as Malcolm X. The mind alone. He was not afraid to understand the evolutionary process Homo sapiens experience as change as they age through life. Often, a change of thinking. Malcolm changed his mind all the time. This is an assett. Not…

Tim Barrus: My Cabin

Winter up here is not a joke. You can get snowed in for weeks. I was going to simply go with wood. But I broke down and bought propane. The lake is just behind the cabin. How do these crows stay warm.

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…

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.  

Tim Barrus: Crows Again

The best part of that trip was Waffle House.

Tim Barrus: New York Times

Poverty is the sterility of survival.

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…

Tim Barrus: The Memory Box Is Empty

The Memory Box just like the dinosaurs gave way to the nuance of the unhinged.

Tim Barrus: New York Times

So. Exactly where is the money coming from that supposedly saves the lives of the fetal unborn. The sacred sludge of a couple of cellular monstrosities. No one will support these kids. The cracks they normally fall into are this time way, way apart. There will be no resolution. It’s…

Tim Barrus: The New York Times

The conservatives use Foster Care to point out that if you break the law, the cops arrive to take your kids. Cops follow orders no matter what. “It’s our job.” Fuck your job, and fuck you. Gay men AND children (I did not say with) should look very hard at…

Tim Barrus: High As Any Other Reno Whore

We have fallen asleep between between our tonges continued to the beaten grounds of stir.