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Take notes. I'm old and ruined. I drive a dirt bike. Fixed for Road Trips. I am autistic. "He's too old to ride a dirt bike." Ghosting is easy. My policy is to only know young people. Anyone can talk the talk. Walking the walk is different. And I can just disappear. I like throwing the Normals out of my life. They have a real passion for Everyone Must Be Like Them. The Finger. Age is probably illegal. You cannot control me. I mask. Tight. As a teacher, my students were the bad ones. Some, recognized the autism right away. Most did not. I've gotten rid of cars, television, the lust for technology. The boss. I have no human empathy. All homo sapiens are evil.
I am exhausted with intolerance projected at me by Normals. I get into bar fights. I live out of one bag. That alone makes them think I must be crazy to not want stuff. I can get on the bike and never see you again. Age and Autism are my second selves. Davis is right. Mental acuity and age are realities you don't want to talk about. It means, You, Too. Right up there with Mental Health. They have no idea how to deal with neurodivergence. Frankly I do not care. What The Children Want. I do not care about what anyone wants. In school, they just wanted to beat the neurodivergence out by slapping my face in class. Other people are the enemy. Aging just makes it spit. The only way I can mask myself from the demanding evil humanity is to live in the woods. You don't age in the woods. You begin to see everything.
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Dirt Bike Town is a novel of a road trip. The road trip of road trips. The ocean was taking a great chunk out of the landscape worldwide. The skies were filled with a glowing ash. We moved. Everyone moved. It was time to become far, far more aware than we had ever been. We were the Marginals. They were the Normals. The conflicts between us had caused all of this to happen. No one wanted another war. -- Tim Barrus
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Tim Barrus. The Great American Novel
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Publishing is about who you know. It is not predicated on talent, awareness, skill, voice, or how many times you have rewritten your book. Cut your illusions loose. Publishing is not unlike a bloated, wounded animal, lashing out, flashing its teeth, but the bottom line is that book publishing is an old cow, and it’s mean. More mean than I can tell you here.
I did not win any of the literary awards I won because of my writing. I’m stupid, but I am not that stupid. I won because I was supposedly the right race. What do you think a blacklist is. Book publishing has nothing whatsoever to do with writing. Book publishing is about race, money, and who you know. It doesn’t get any more American than that.
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Hello! I didn't know where else to ask but I thought you might be my best chance. I'd like to read 'My brother, My lover' by Tim Barrus but I can't seem to find it anywhere. I'd buy an e-book version but there seem to be only physical copies of the novel from what I've seen. Have you by any chance read the novel or know where to find an e-book copy? Thank you so much, your blog is truly one of a kind!
hi anon!! tbh i hadn't even heard of that book before ur ask but i spent a day looking for it and sry to say but i found absolutely nothinggg. wasn't even on pirate bay or libgen (or any other pirating site) which is crazy bc they normally have everything. pretty sure it only exists in the form of physical copies (which r crazy expensive..) so yeah sry anon :/ but who knows maybe someone's gonna upload a scan of it or smthing to archive.org soon, u never know!!
#btw this ask led me down the tim barrus navajo hoax rabbit hole. sooo interesting now i rlly wish i could read one of his books#but i literally cant find Any of them for a normal price#ask
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Take notes. People demand to know if Shawn is gay. These are the people who will make him pay for it. His fan base is mainly composed of fifteen-year-old girls. There's a lot of anecdotals attached to Shawn. I hear a lot of: No One Cares If He's Gay. That is not true. Those young girls care a lot. The problem is that Shawn is writing about intimacy. And so are they. It's a double-edged sword. Everybody wants to be a Normal. Let's be very clear here. There are rules and acuterment to being a heterosexual. The red truck would be one. Teenage boys see Shawn as a threat. They stand in the background grimly. They tolerate him but barely. They think he's gay and just isn't willing to pay the price for it. All of this translates to clicks and hits. The paparazzi are all over Shawn because those editors know clicks, hits, and give us the dirt. I know these guys. Identity is a witch. They are waiting for the pictures of Shawn with another guy. In fact, they're drooling for it. The media vampires will take him in and spit him out. They will take his career and drown it. It's lucrative. Shawn is not the problem. Being eye candy is always a problem. They are pouring him into the great big box of fun things to stereotype him because he's unavailable. Sexuality is just another whipping post. The term, Mental Health, is code for gay. This is all stuff Shawn has talked about. Here's the bottom line. People would like to make love to Shawn Mendes. To be a fantasy has never been a calling.
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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 Duck Shampoo. The driver did not ask us for our destination. The driver just knew. I do not write about weapons on the subway because I do not write about weapons on the subway. Don’t ask. You walk up a long stairway and prove you were not a cop because the cop room was for cops. I do not like billy clubs anywhere around me.
I wrote the book, Mineshaft in one long snowy night
Even the light was evasive.
That novel has sold over 100,000 copies. At the top of those stairs, there was the blond door boy. Who really did check you over. Why would I carry drugs, and Mommy taught me drugs are bad. There is no answer to this question. I am asked: What was the Mineshaft. I have to stare at the blond door boy (he needed a pick me up) as he licked my spoon. Hi, blond door boy let us in.
And so he did.
A maze of shadows and fetishes.
Sex is still a political act. Only this time, the Breeders win. It’s called revenge.
The Mineshaft is the past.
I ran into famous men. Best forgotten. I like living.
The Mineshaft is not forgotten by anyone who sailed past hat place alongside meatpacking loading docks that smelled like meat. The roof of the Mineshaft took your breath away. It was a light show of instruments and discourse. Deals as to what would happen next were negotiated on the roof just like the rest of us on roofs in the dark and just drink it all in.
Cowboys and spurs. Especially the spurs.
The cold of the spurs flashed blue glinting at a disappearance in less than a second. A flash on hash full fathom five. A neutrino zipping through you eyes of haze and crystal daze, your eyes never knew it was there.
I took notes. Taking notes was another political act. It’s intimidating. But I take them anyway because I’m autistic. Minutia Make Your Point. Most people just watched and none of them were taking notes. -- tim barrus
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Take notes. If I wanted to read a self help book, I would have bought one. I see self help rhetoric. I am working with people who emulate Antifa and Act Up. I do not throw shade on violence. What I hope for is civil war and let's get this business of finishing the War Between the States. Forever. While the New York Times whines. Resilience is not an American attribute. America is not about being brave. Or defined by self help. The bottom line in America is that free speech has been replaced by moderators whose very existence is fundamentally based in "do not upset the horses in the barn." This from people at the New York Times who obviously do not know what civility really is. This piece puts everything on the reader. It is ridiculous. Self help has this arrogant snobby idea that we are the Little People, and they are the people we need because they care. Please. It's always about following their self help directions as we are so unaware because we are the slow people. Disingenuous. There is nothing substantial about self help. I do not need anyone telling me how to feel. I will resist you and I will do it in public. You don't know anyone who wants a civil war. I'm unique and I get off on that. I am fighting back. Telling me that I need to change my paradigm so that I can be restful and nice is lame. I am not nice. I want a civil war. We are exploring the strategies of Act Up. All that cow blood on walls. It's time. We are back to leaving corpses on institutional steps.
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I do not understand how anyone would bring a child into this sad and exhausted world. Some people have to have it all, when no one can have it all. The house. The cars. The kids. The job. The credit cards. Food. Food. Food. And school. And school times twenty. And school with its rituals. And church with its rituals. Why are we raising children in an indifferent society. Because the haves and the have nots have been fighting it out over equity for the last 150,000 years. In case you haven't heard: the planet is burning. Cultures are facing famine. Is this where I'm supposed to talk about war. People talk to me about progress in science. And. There is no and. Where is the human progress. How do children fit into the economic picture. File bankruptcy before you have sex. I had no idea the baby needed all that stuff. Relatives would give me that look: Where's your stuff. What stuff. The pressure was on. I know that pressure. I know it intimately. Women are baby machines, and so are men. Everything in your life takes a walk. I moved us into a five star hotel. They had stuff. I didn't have to buy a thing. But my life, and my kid's life, is utterly different. I do not get women. I do not understand them. I profoundly don't understand why they are only fulfilled if they have babies. Is that a crime to articulate. I loathe babies and children. I worked with disabled children for fifty years. At 5pm I could go home. Is that a crime to articulate. Ross Douthat loves children. I do not.
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Take notes. I'm not buying it. The election was stolen. Period. I do not sweat the small stuff. You guys don't understand that the American people did this. No one else will say this, but the American people are a mean lot. I hate America. I goy my kids out. My only priority. Americans can be desperately poor. Economic theory is fiddledeedee. The indigent are invisible. The definition of privilege. Nothing has ever trickled down. Now, that the rich own 97% of the wealth everyone's talking about, the rich still want more. Why. Because slavery works. Own nothing. Do not give them the opportunity to steal you or your stuff. Implantation geo-location detectors, dogs get them, and slaves will get them, too. People with their tails between their legs will warm to slavery. They will report on you. No one is anyone’s friend.
An imposed environment of terrorism and fear works. In these systems, there is no way out. I have hated my poverty all my life. That 3% of resources is what we are fighting over. That is not a theory. I am not the person who writes about these ideas. My second self wants to walk the walk. Americans are to blame. Elon Musk gives people cash to vote for Trump. I would take his money, too. I could buy groceries. Elon Musk did not come to my small town in Appalachia. Where FEMA never showed. America has failed us again. I can't tell you what we want. Not allowed. We want it anyway. Fort Sumter is a template. We are tired of the Democrats. We are tired of the Republicans. Captain Marvel is not my hero. John Brown is the person I admire. Rich or poor. Rich or poor. We have nothing. I am afraid of Americans because they will be the death of me.
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