Please

Posted: April 27, 2010 in Uncategorized

Underlined. Two exclamation points. !! That’s how much it took me to hear it.  I have to call the office when the big heavy metal pieces start decapitating me. I have to call the office and ask for him by name when the ceilings fall on my bed and I’m crushed to death. I have to run my finger down the contacts list. Find peter when, I must, he says.  I know it to be true. I don’t believe I can do it. 

It is not my privelege to avoid peter.  It is my privilege to take the pills and build it up to calling peter. Fuck serotonin, huh?!

Please!

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