shit talk from October 29, 2009, 9:35 am

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Why don't you love me?

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 10:26 pm

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doctor, why am I following this person on twitter? I don't know who they are and somehow they showed up on my twitterbox. This is vaguely or perhaps not so vaguely disturbing, especially at 1:25 in the morning in Boston.

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 8:16 pm

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Tired of people sucking up to Paul Constant.

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 3:25 pm

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Are you listening to me, Jane? Your friend, that kind old gentleman that you think is so cultured and sophisticated, the man with the black eyes to DIE FOR well, in that, at least, you are closer to the mark than you think. He's evil, Jane.

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 11:22 am

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These people are morons. Can't they do their own thinking?

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 10:48 am

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i'm tired of her constant complaints.

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shit talk from October 22, 2009, 2:43 pm

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Goddamn spam bots might make me implement thing damn thing in a not-really-lazy way one day. Until then I am trying a big random hash in the posting address.

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shit talk from October 21, 2009, 7:47 am

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condoms are not fun

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shit talk from October 20, 2009, 11:59 am

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matthew stadler no longer operates clear cut

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shit talk from October 20, 2009, 11:58 am

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i hate owls

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shit talk from October 19, 2009, 3:53 am

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contemporary poetry is mostly boring. every poet believes they are slightly better than everyone in any given magazine they read, and though theyll have a hard time publishing in that magazine, its probably because they are, in fact, better. It is this homogenizing force that keeps poets selling their poetry to each other, keeps us fighting for table scraps until someone with tenure dies.

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shit talk from October 18, 2009, 11:20 am

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Yes Mouser Because I can say nice things about your penis too. Say? You think it stops at saying?!

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shit talk from October 11, 2009, 11:18 am

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Feel useless and frustrated, cold, not accomplishing much.

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shit talk from October 10, 2009, 10:07 am

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tired of the internet

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shit talk from October 9, 2009, 3:21 pm

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vile clamps close upon your hands as your trembling body is sucked below the slimy waves

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shit talk from October 9, 2009, 3:07 pm

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Mace to the face, crepe paper analyst

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shit talk from October 4, 2009, 4:43 pm

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ACAOKO I want to say - thank you for this!

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