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www.rejectionline.com
the idea is
if some creepy person
keeps bothering you at a club/bar/street
you can give them this number
to get 'em off your back
and the rejection line will do the rest.
the original nyc rejection line:
212-479-7990
"Welcome to the nyc rejection line brought to you by rejectionline.com. Unfortunately, the person who gave you this number does not want to talk to you or speak to you again. We would like to take this opportunity to officially reject you. Our certified rejection specialists are waiting to serve you in your time of need. Please listen carefully to the following options. If you want to hear from our comfort specialists, press 1. If you want to hear a sad poem written by a kindred spirit, press 2. If you want to cling to the unrealistic hope that relationship is still possible, press 3.
other rejection lines:
Los Angeles Area:
626-207-5412
310-495-5412
213-363-5412
323-281-9412
909-650-5412
714-607-5412
818-663-5412
562-223-5412
310-217-7638
949-256-5412
San Diego:
619-801-5412
760-204-5412
San Francisco:
415-620-5412
415-356-9833
Oakland:
510-699-5412
San Jose:
408-344-9412
Boston:
617-861-3962
Chicago:
773-509-5096
Atlanta:
770-908-7383
770-723-7256
Orlando:
407-916-ROCK
Birmingham:
205-250-0408
Denver:
303-575-1696
Seattle:
206-781-3928
Washington DC:
202-452-7468
Tampa Bay:
727-579-2078
Rochester:
585-399-5902
Rhode Island:
401-648-6543
New Hampshire:
603-413-2340
England:
09061 100 596
Dublin, Ireland:
(+353) (01) 2194862
and before you ask,
i was not given this number.
i heard about it from a friend.
really.
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i have a poem called "a lady's dismissal"... it may be somewhere here on blather, but i'm too damn lazy to go hunting for it now... it basically is a "go to hell, you're bothering me" kinda poem... wrote it as self-defense when i was streetpoeting... i wrote it sitting in the corner of my little haven, the_dungeon in new orleans... pretty dead night... some middle aged greyface in a suit comes up to me and started looking over my shoulder... then started singing the lines to the song that was playing to me, as i was studiously ignoring him... i finally looked up and told him, "if you don't leave me alone to finish this," *brandish pen* "i'm going to insert this pen into your eyeball." he backed up, hands up, then stepped forward smiling. i lifted the pen into stabbing position, and he wandered off to talk to the bouncer. bouncer told him i was his little sister, and he damn well better leave me alone.
i should have thanked him. i was starting to flag in my need to be able to artisitcally tell someone that they were nothing but a nuisance.
i'll post the poem later if i can't find it.
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originally in poem form, but i remember it orally and not where line breaks are, so deal.
first off, if you please, step back a bit; a free spirit needs room to breathe, and the overwhelming scent of your self-absorption is getting a bit thick. next, you can keep your eyes off of curves too dangerous for you, a sullen soul who is used to carefully defined angles of incident. your gaze is as slimy and unwanted as a groping grey tentacle, fresh from the swamps, and i'd rather it not defile such a sensitive soul, a "delicate flower" like myself. last, if you can't meet my eyes and face the challenges i throw, how do you expect to be anything but prey, a catnip mouse for a cat too bored to even devour your properly? move along; let your sleepwalking feet guide you safely away from this place of magic. i burn bright enough to blind you anyway.
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