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		<title>Comment on This is why I don&#8217;t write prose. by pestopasta</title>
		<link>http://pestopasta.wordpress.com/2009/09/30/this-is-why-i-dont-write-prose/#comment-149</link>
		<dc:creator>pestopasta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 04:56:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes! One of the big things that we heard was that students (&amp;/or anarchists) barricaded themselves inside the Cathedral of Learning and the Radical Marching Band played on the steps while the cops continuously lobbed tear gas at them. The whole thing was pretty fucked.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes! One of the big things that we heard was that students (&amp;/or anarchists) barricaded themselves inside the Cathedral of Learning and the Radical Marching Band played on the steps while the cops continuously lobbed tear gas at them. The whole thing was pretty fucked.</p>
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		<title>Comment on This is why I don&#8217;t write prose. by exclamate</title>
		<link>http://pestopasta.wordpress.com/2009/09/30/this-is-why-i-dont-write-prose/#comment-148</link>
		<dc:creator>exclamate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 02:30:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yo, all I know is my little brother was scared shitless when there were riots outside of the Towers at Pitt, and the Pitt police had to kick the riot police out of the dorms, and he counted 16 riot police walking to class.  And I think that&#039;s pretty fucked. I&#039;m glad you were there, miss beautiful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yo, all I know is my little brother was scared shitless when there were riots outside of the Towers at Pitt, and the Pitt police had to kick the riot police out of the dorms, and he counted 16 riot police walking to class.  And I think that&#8217;s pretty fucked. I&#8217;m glad you were there, miss beautiful.</p>
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		<title>Comment on This is why I don&#8217;t write prose. by pestopasta</title>
		<link>http://pestopasta.wordpress.com/2009/09/30/this-is-why-i-dont-write-prose/#comment-146</link>
		<dc:creator>pestopasta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 04:08:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hello sir! 
It was great to meet you as well, and the rest of the People&#039;s Caravan group. It was a pretty powerful crew you guys had going - I was just glad to peripherally be a part of it. I thought I had radical ideas before Pittsburgh but it was a deeply emotional and radicalizing (if you will) experience for me, and I just hope I can find a group of people like that here out west. 
Take care (and more posts to come)!
-Meredith</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello sir!<br />
It was great to meet you as well, and the rest of the People&#8217;s Caravan group. It was a pretty powerful crew you guys had going &#8211; I was just glad to peripherally be a part of it. I thought I had radical ideas before Pittsburgh but it was a deeply emotional and radicalizing (if you will) experience for me, and I just hope I can find a group of people like that here out west.<br />
Take care (and more posts to come)!<br />
-Meredith</p>
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		<title>Comment on This is why I don&#8217;t write prose. by Alex</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alex</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 11:38:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hey!

it was great meeting you in pgh.  thanks for typing up your thoughts!  i like your writing style.

alex
activistalex@gmail.com</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hey!</p>
<p>it was great meeting you in pgh.  thanks for typing up your thoughts!  i like your writing style.</p>
<p>alex<br />
<a href="mailto:activistalex@gmail.com">activistalex@gmail.com</a></p>
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		<title>Comment on Booo by Dave</title>
		<link>http://pestopasta.wordpress.com/2009/09/14/booo/#comment-142</link>
		<dc:creator>Dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 05:07:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I could eat your beret without ketchup. Write more!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I could eat your beret without ketchup. Write more!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Dammit. by exclamate</title>
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		<dc:creator>exclamate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 16:15:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>talking to fiction writers makes me want to throw up.  Tom Bailey has truly made me scared of fiction.  Hellloooo poetry</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>talking to fiction writers makes me want to throw up.  Tom Bailey has truly made me scared of fiction.  Hellloooo poetry</p>
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		<title>Comment on Booo by pestopasta</title>
		<link>http://pestopasta.wordpress.com/2009/09/14/booo/#comment-140</link>
		<dc:creator>pestopasta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 04:56:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dude even when I try not to be a snob I&#039;m a total snob. I thought the &quot;esploding&quot; (are you fucking British now?) was the most boring part. But clearly you are on my blog to be subjected to my beret-wearing snobbery. And now I want a deep-fried snickers bar, you bastard, hold the broccoli flakes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dude even when I try not to be a snob I&#8217;m a total snob. I thought the &#8220;esploding&#8221; (are you fucking British now?) was the most boring part. But clearly you are on my blog to be subjected to my beret-wearing snobbery. And now I want a deep-fried snickers bar, you bastard, hold the broccoli flakes.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Booo by Dave</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 01:20:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Did you see that short second half of the movie where the awkward little guy with the funny voice and fucking alien arm esplodes the shit out of everyone with alien tech and then finds an alien mech to esplode the shit out of some more everyones? 

That&#039;s what District 9 was about. The &quot;potent, loaded images&quot; as you call them are just dehydrated broccoli flakes sprinkled on a deep-fried snickers bar. Take off your beret!

P.S. I love your brain. I could read your review of store-brand chicken spread and take away enough to keep me thinking for a week. I just make fun because I have an abiding lack of insight. And also, I&#039;m mean.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Did you see that short second half of the movie where the awkward little guy with the funny voice and fucking alien arm esplodes the shit out of everyone with alien tech and then finds an alien mech to esplode the shit out of some more everyones? </p>
<p>That&#8217;s what District 9 was about. The &#8220;potent, loaded images&#8221; as you call them are just dehydrated broccoli flakes sprinkled on a deep-fried snickers bar. Take off your beret!</p>
<p>P.S. I love your brain. I could read your review of store-brand chicken spread and take away enough to keep me thinking for a week. I just make fun because I have an abiding lack of insight. And also, I&#8217;m mean.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Dammit. by hitmewiththeax</title>
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		<dc:creator>hitmewiththeax</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 03:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>stop it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>stop it!</p>
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		<title>Comment on  by Tank</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tank</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 01:25:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hmmm. really excellent my love. far less self absorbed than I&#039;d feared. 

I read everything on this page. startled i was at how you go.

and how well. you really should be writing.

oh you are

your mother just stormed through and shredded the tiny creative bubble i was desperately trying to inflate. damn, its all gone. ive never been able to get her to understand how fragile a thought is, or how destructive ranting intrusions are. kan&#039;t help but see the privacy of writing as a social affront, and howl accordingly

crap

now - where was i

oh yes. mow your damn lawn or i will bring my scythe to portland and march off the plane like a grim reaper on a mission of far reaching mayhem

maybe i did do a few things right

soon</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hmmm. really excellent my love. far less self absorbed than I&#8217;d feared. </p>
<p>I read everything on this page. startled i was at how you go.</p>
<p>and how well. you really should be writing.</p>
<p>oh you are</p>
<p>your mother just stormed through and shredded the tiny creative bubble i was desperately trying to inflate. damn, its all gone. ive never been able to get her to understand how fragile a thought is, or how destructive ranting intrusions are. kan&#8217;t help but see the privacy of writing as a social affront, and howl accordingly</p>
<p>crap</p>
<p>now &#8211; where was i</p>
<p>oh yes. mow your damn lawn or i will bring my scythe to portland and march off the plane like a grim reaper on a mission of far reaching mayhem</p>
<p>maybe i did do a few things right</p>
<p>soon</p>
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