23.Jan.2003

goodbye, Jay

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go away

For the past three nights in a row, Jay has called my cell-phone and left message upon message about how insane I am for no longer answering his calls, no longer taking his demands, no longer standing for him applying pressure to the mental-abuse button, threats left on my voice-mail which consist of Chuck-Palahniuk-inspired destruction, his voice infecting my ear-canals with,

"If you don't answer your fucking cell-phone, it's your fucking loss."

I blocked his number from my cell.

I watch the madmen of my generation burn themselves into the ground with their repetitive cycles and their tired, cranial anguish.

And I will do nothing about it.

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time & machine