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"I happen to agree with most of your second statement. Some of the best poetry is about pain, but guess what? Now the poetry scene is flooded with a bunch of semi-talented, whiney fucking losers like Gabriel, who think that writing shitty freeverse will make them look deep and troubled (just like all those award-winning movie characters). Save me

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Ok, Sandra, you told me a story about a friend of yours who got involved with a lesbian. You ended by saying that he was dumb to get involved with someone like that

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oopsie, I forgot to speeeeeeeelelelelelelelelelel cheque. Oh well, you can get it for me.

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It was my ego.
I really thought it was you who brought up the whole "genitically altered bleach" thing.
That was the disrespect I was satirizing when I said "leyman."

"You will go on trying to be who you wish you were..."
That's what I've been about from the beginning, and is the most accurate thing you've ever said about me.

I'm going to reply now.

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Anti-freeze is sweet, for the record. That's how you get dogs to drink it.
No single part of a person's fucked up philosophy can totally rend any ounce of quality from their other works. Ginsberg was a great poet and Hitler was an effective leader.

You should start getting e-mails that I have replied god-knows how many years after the fact. It still hurts to read these posts.

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We did talk about it.
Everybody's a liar. Deal with it, but you did know, and so did I.
There was a reason that I dated you. It's hard to remember this late in the game, but I must have thought that you were different, and that I might actually want to be with you.
We got to know eachother, it didn't work. That's why people date. I still think that you're a fine person, and I wish you'd let me off the hook.
I fucked up when I tried to make something work that I knew wouldn't, and I'm sorry about that.