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the_phone_rang
Arwyn and I thought it was you. Calling out of concern for the depression that was in my voice. Or was it the exhaustion that is evident in my every move. It just doesn't matter anymore cause you know what... I know you don't care anymore. If it were Paul, you'd call him in a heart beat, but it's just me. My heart almost jumped when the phone rang... maybe you were worried about me. Maybe you wanted to make sure I was okay. But it was a wrong number. I think those hurt more than getting a phone call with bad news, cause at least the phone call was for me if it's bad news.

Why can't you just call me? You pick up the phone and punch in ten little numbers. But, it's okay. I shouldn't expect you to call.. it's really not important. I'll come home and just work and fight with you all summer. I'll spend my nights wishing I hadn't left... wake up in the morning on my tear stained pillow and feel your scorn every damn day. but I'm sorry I hoped you might give a shit... I never should have thought you did in the first place...
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mahayana [[but nobOdy was there]] 020417
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pralines&cream whoa, what's going on here? 020418
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pralines&cream whoa, that was weird ... when i originally clicked on this blathe, all i saw was the title part, but it was about 7 or 8 lines lower than it was supposed to be, and nothing at all underneath it. 020418
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Photophobe keeps happening to me on lots of blathes. 020418
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Arwyn me too 020418
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insect life is all around there was an error that prevented the page from loading properly until it was blathed on again 020418
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sabbie my mobile rang yesterday. i answer it with "hello?'
some girl, stupidly cheerful. "hello? who's this?"
sab dubious. "youve rung my phone, i think its only fair that i get to ask you that question"
voice sounds like it has been spanked "i... i think i have the wrong number" girl hangs up.

this morning (after 4 hours sleep) my phone rings. i run out to answer it. theres some old lady on the line.
"hello?" [sleepy sab]
"who is this?" [puzzled old lady]
"im sorry, i dont give that information out to anonomus voices over my phone" [sab thinking 'its starting all over again']
"im looking for mrs charlton"
"yeah, you have the wrong number"
sab hangs up.
sab crawls back to bed.

why? why must people ring me to ask who i am? why cannot i be myself in my own house without people questioning my identity? why?
020418
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unhinged i don't want to play in your shitty orchestra that is an hour away that pays shit. leave me alone. i'm about to have a nervous breakdown.

and then my mother calls me at 9:15am. what the fuck?
020418
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god So when the phone rang (thank you)
In the secret briefcase,
(Thank you)
A strong masculine hand
With a wristwatch
And flexy bracelet
GRABBED IT
And answered
In a deep, calmly assured voice:

"Yes, this is he! What? . . . A mountain . . . with a tree growing off of its shoulder . . . ? You're fulla shit, man . . . what? Wha- uh, are, are you sure? Oh well, alright, let me write this down then, sorta take a few notes here . . . To NEW YORK? Causing UNTOLD DESTRUCTION?"

(My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, OH!
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby,
My baby, my baby,
My baby, my baby, my baby,
My baby, my baby)
UH-OH!
(My baby, my baby, my baby)
AHH!

"Wanted for DRAFT EVASION? Can I, can I fly there immediately and REASON WITH HIM? An expense account? And per diem, too?"

SOME MEN SAY HE COULD DANCE!

Yes, he could DANCE. And here it is, Ladies and Gentlemen: THE STUDEBAKER HOCH DANCING LESSON & COSMIC PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE featuring Aynsley Dunbar . . .

Twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly . . . Hey!

RIGHT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH
(Professional)
LEFT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH
(Exquisite)
RIGHT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH
(Homunculus)
LEFT HAND FROM THE LEFT SHOULDER
TO THE HEART-UH

Twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly, twirly . . . Hey!

There were a number of rumors circulating about STUDEBAKER HOCH recently. Consider if you will the rumors that have spread that he could write THE LORD'S Prayer on the head of a pin!

Some men say he could write THE LORD'S Prayer
On the head of a
Head of a
Head of a pin
Ah!
(Three Dog Night)
(Yeah)

Other still maintain the FACT! (Good God!)
He was born next to the Frozen Beef Pies
(And that was the main influence on HIM!)
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birdmad but there wasn't really anyone on the other end.

anomaly.

maybe i was dreaming.
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cheer-up-emo-kid and it rang more than once...so I criedd. because it wasnt you. 020621