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shit talking bin stolen my years - text goes here
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010
shit talk from November 3, 2010, 7:18 am
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I'm so tired of worrying. Even drinking doesn't fix it. Some nights I just wanna put a bullet somewhere effective and not have to worry about anything anymore.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
shit talk from October 12, 2010, 5:37 pm
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Clyde Dickerson, I was lot without you. *dedicates Faithfully to you one last time*
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
shit talk from June 18, 2010, 9:25 am
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What is this, I wondered. Shit talking is fun. Composting is boring. Is this where I can put those thoughts to rest, rotting in the shit talk compost bin. I'd really rather throw them out with the rest of the garbage.
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Sunday, June 6, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
shit talk from May 28, 2010, 8:09 pm
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Dear Evelyn Hampton, While we are not personally acquainted, we are very fond of your work and are piecing together a book project of which we would love for you to be a part. The description of our project is as follows: We are putting together a collection of blurbs for books that do not exist. The idea is to ask writers, theorists, and text-makers whom we admire to imagine that they've just read the most amazing book they've ever encountered and are now going to write a short promotional blurb for the back cover. These will be compiled as the Official Catalog of the Library of Potential Literature. The phrase 'potential literature' is, of course, highly associated with the Oulipo group. We're choosing to use it here because, as the Oulipo says, their project properly is to think of forms and potential books, not necessarily to bring them into being. Literature is potential literature when it is that shimmering non-work of total possibility. The Catalog will be a series of descriptive fragments that together evoke a library of wonderful--maybe even impossible--books; books that, in spite or even because of their non-existence, excite and fascinate. Each paragraph will be the promise of the unopened book in the moment before reading. Please let us know if this seems like something to which you would like to contribute. We don't need any text from you right away, but it would be really helpful to know whether or not you are interested. As for the details of the project: Willows Wept Press has agreed to release the compilation of blurbs as a small limited edition book. The tentative release date is for next fall and we are hoping to have all of our texts compiled by the end of July (though we can be somewhat flexible about that). Also, in case you are wondering, some of the other writers who have agreed to participate include Brian Evenson, Blake Butler, Vanessa Place, Marjorie Perloff, Diane Williams, Warren Motte, and Alexandra Chasin. Please let us know if you have any questions or ideas. Best, Ben Segal and Erinrose Mager benbensegal@gmail.com erinrose.mager@gmail.com
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
shit talk from May 12, 2010, 5:46 am
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Why is every woman on the planet prettier, smarter or sexier than I am?
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Wednesday, May 5, 2010
shit talk from May 5, 2010, 5:31 pm
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The logical/spirit mind is very relieved this has happened. The emotional/meat mind is nearly frantic because this has happened. I'm trying to stay in the spirit mind, but will the meat mind ever heal if I don't let it grieve?
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Saturday, May 1, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
shit talk from April 21, 2010, 7:35 pm
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Posted here because I need to get it out and you probably don't want to hear this. I know that it's raining right now for you. I know I cannot stop the rain. But please reach out for me. I may not stop the rain, but let me be your umbrella. If I can't clear the skies and bring the sun, at least let me keep you warm and dry.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
shit talk from April 15, 2010, 5:06 am
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Every time you pretend to care it confuses the hell out of me. I wish you'd just stop it and be honest.
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010
shit talk from April 6, 2010, 3:19 pm
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Alexis is a robot! Goddamn I never realized this previously.
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Monday, April 5, 2010
shit talk from April 5, 2010, 8:37 pm
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Damn reCAPTCHA updating their API, they need to start versioning their URLs or something smart like that.
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shit talk from April 5, 2010, 8:29 pm
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Shit I forgot to put out those plants! Don't take the ones I grew for myself goddamnit.
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Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
shit talk from March 15, 2010, 1:31 am
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My love is like a balloon Picture of childlike joy Shiny Bouyant Seemingly with a life of its own Easily won Reach out and grasp the string It is yours .... Ah, But that string Thin and tenuous Never forget it is yours It flies into the autumn sky Never to return
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
shit talk from March 4, 2010, 10:07 pm
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Do you think I'm stupid? You said you were going to a conference. I called the city information, there's no such conference. You think just posting "missing someone" means I'll assume it's for me? Do you think I'm stupid? Once a cheater, always a cheater. You're up to your old tricks again, you low down lying three-timing slimy dog.
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Thursday, February 25, 2010
shit talk from February 26, 2010, 5:40 am
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I hate myself for loving you. I hate this insecure depressed little whiny needy bitch that you've turned me into. I hate the way you always leave me with juuust enough to keep hanging on. I hate that you took a happy, satisfied and generally good person and turned me into a cheating and unsatisfied with everything in my life person. Either start being romantic again or get the fuck out of my life. All I do is spend every day aching for you and wanting you and generally being either depressed or pissed off because of the distant way you treat me, and then you have the temerity to ask me how I can possibly doubt your feelings for me. Maybe if you'd actually say 1/10th of the uplifting things I say to you I wouldn't be fucked up like this and trying to hide it from every damn person I know.
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
shit talk from February 10, 2010, 2:09 pm
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Well, that was rude as hell, cutting off the conversation like that. You realize it looks like I caught you having sex with someone else so you just ditched out on me, right?
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Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
shit talk from January 26, 2010, 10:01 pm
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Why am I so helpless to his advances? I never meant to have an internet lover when I already have one in real life. I'm just SO HELPLESS to his advances! I feel so guilty, but apparently not guilty enough to stop, which just makes it worse. It was supposed to stay role play. And then it was never supposed to get out of the livechat box. But tomorrow it's Naked LivePhone time. How the hell did this happen? Why does he turn me on so much??
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Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
shit talk from January 22, 2010, 11:50 pm
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How do I tell him I love him as much as he loves me, but remind him that this is only the infatuation phase?
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Monday, January 18, 2010
shit talk from January 18, 2010, 8:54 pm
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I do not need you. But damn it hurts that you don't want me.
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Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
shit talk from January 7, 2010, 2:27 pm
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Will you just STFU and get back in character? Every SECOND you're OOC you're fucking up IC relationship! Are you DENSE???
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010
shit talk from January 5, 2010, 9:27 pm
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the grey cat killed a black and white bird. oh dear.
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shit talk from January 5, 2010, 9:25 pm
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nervous energy radiates from you, my brother.
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