Three A.M. and drunk again and the 3 'I AM' and stop drinking and again and again the righteous man damns himself in the eyes of his fellows. 3 AM: "I hope you never get this voice mail. I hope you get raped by an AIDS victim, or else--" three? eh. mm. The pathologically cruel have no business using phones, poetry, or eye-contact. The righteous man damns his own self with a three a.m. voice mail once he stops from stopping drinking. Not for nothing was the 'redial' button included, and then left off.
Submitted by EXEXEXEX ZEROZEROZEROZEROZERO. January 19th, 8:02PM
TESTING TESTING TESTING
Submitted by JakeB, January 16th, 2:04PM
i want everything to be wonderful.
i want it to be wonderful between us.
i want it to be wonderful for you.
i want it to be wonderful for me.
Submitted by Bea. January 15th, 3AM
MARRY ME
Submitted by ANON, January 9th, 1PM
HE NEVER SAID
Submitted by Kevin, December 19th, 1PM
H e r e c o m e t h e p l a n e s .
submitted by Jesse, December 18th, 3PM
HELP
ME
SO
THAT
I
MAY
EXIST
AGAIN.
submitted by anonymous, December 18th, 2PM
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Submitted by Jeo2101, December 13th, 3AM
You've lost your humanity--always mediating every minute of every day through one form of metal and plastic or another--ipod, iphone, imac, icar, iTV. You can't do anything without a gadget telling you how to do it. Can you even find north, south, east and west without a GPS in hand? Where are you? Sealed inside your technology-generated isolation, you've lost the knowledge of how to engage with other people.
You become afraid. What you should fear is your own lost knowledge. Do something radical--hang up and go talk to someone face to face. Remember what makes you human, humane.
Submitted by ESavage, December 12th, 12:35PM
there is no truth to discover, nothing is worth the journey, and what was in any case nothing but an illusion has disappeared: the depth of the world. The herald of mobility no longer aspires to anything but rest and captivity.
Submitted by Zarathustra, December 12th, 1:23AM
Did you feel that? In that pause, you panicked. You thought that I'd abandoned you. From just that split second of silence on the phone, you worried you were alone, with this silly device to your ear for no reason at all, and, well, then you felt embarrassed for being so over the top, like you wear telephones as accessories. You felt humiliated for being disconnected, so mistaken about our connection. Now that you've learned this feeling, please consider it the next time you leave me waiting in the dark.
Submitted by TickTock, December 11th, 10:29PM
good grief its cold outside
Submitted by Vallejo, December 11th, 3PM
Dear Abdul, let's run away together and not work and live in a yurt and exist beyond the borders of society. I fall asleep at my desk too. And I wish someone would write about me on craigslist also--but I never have the time to check.
Submitted by Kippy, December 11th, 1:34PM
SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP
Submitted by SHUTDOWN, December 11th, 10AM
PUT YOUR FACE ON MY FACE
FUCKING PUT YOUR FACE ON MY FACE
Submitted by yoscar, December 11th, 2PM
Hello? I think I can hear you breathing, why dont you speak? Maybe you did and I was not listening. Are you calling from a cell phone? I hate sell phones, who really has that much to say and the more you say the less others listen, so your sell phone is nothing but an chance to pretend what you say has meaning to someone else, and show total strangers how engaged you are. Miss the operators of old, at least you knew it was a human in the machine, now no humans, and no one ever really listening. I am tired of talking about what I think, and hoping others are listening. The more we say the less heard. I am hanging up now.
Submitted by JOE From WV, December 10th, 11:23AM
Interesting
Submitted by Laurie, December 10th, 10:10AM
The Sum of this conversation will later be discovered through an encounter with destiny.
Submitted By Bill, December 10th, 10:20PM
yeah sorry, i was on another line...
no, it wasn't... no, that's... fine. glad you called.
... i said, GLAD YOU CALLED.
... hello?... hello?... hello?
Submitted by Mio, December 10th, 10AM
Actually, I'm not. I'm away. Leave a message.
Anonymous, December 10th, 9:03PM
Can I love a person?
Anonymous, December 10th, 9PM
are you talking cuz if you are i can't hear you anymore. we must have lost the signal. okay if you can hear me i'm hanging up cuz i can't hear you. i love you. okay bye. .....(that was weird)
Submitted by Shawn Sides, December 10th, 8AM
There is no right. The ear is not there. The wire is laden and the ear is gone. The mouth is full and it is emptied. The emptied mouth, emptied of intricacy and reason, is perceived in a gurgle of white, unshrieking. The meat of the world has urged itself upward into the air. The meat of the world has issued in this. The issue is an idea. The idea may be spoken. The speech may be carried, by donkey or bird, wheel or wire. The wire is laden with all the spirit of the world's meat, twisted and upright, rising and rotting--the wire is slung like a bolt up to God, the judgement inverted--the wire is laden, but the ear is gone.
347-251-8959, December 9th, 5:30PM
Kya? Kaun bol raha hai? Nahin! Nahin! Wrong number hai!!
Submitted by AkshayaG, December 9th 10:50PM
Whoa, this is cool.
Submitted by Sharon, December 10th, 9AM
I loooooove you.
Submitted by Anonymous, December 9th 10:45PM
We are now a nation run by spies and torturers (and it's now conveniently legal)who demand the rest of us not just go along but snitch on all the others. 2009: The telephone as a blunt instrument.
Submitted by Connie Julian, December 9th 10:32PM
I have no clue what the fuck this is. am i talking to somebody. i'm falling asleep at work. i'm waiting for somebody to tell me what to do next. i'm writing to nobody on a weird website about a weird piece of theatre (I think). i'm not going to put my full name on the bottom of this little form. i'm not going to pick up the phone. i'm going to sit here, asleep, at work, and wait for somebody to tell me what to do. i wish somebody would write to me on 'missed encounters' on craigslist. help.
Submitted by Abdul, December 9th 9PM
Can I help you?
I feel so lost...
Hello?
I think I am bleeding...
Hello? Is anyone there?
There is no one here...I am alone...
Is there anyone you want me to call? Hello?
Submitted by Anonymous, December 9th 10PM
So? I have always been here and you never cared before. Why should I care now?
Submitted By M.Darling, December 9th 10PM
Hello, where am I?
Submitted By Matt Tennie, December 9th 10PM
I am here, and you are there. All of you. Wherever.
Submitted By Chloe Bass, December 9th, 4PM
Buenos Dias
Submitted By Roweena Mackay, December 9th, 4:13PM
How do you know for sure?
Submitted By Doris, December 9th, 4:30PM
How does your voice end up in my living room??? It doesn't make any sense. How does a GPS system KNOW where you and are where you're supposed to go???
Submitted By EB Weiss, December 9th, 5PM
I LIKE MYSELF
I TRUST THE GOVERNMENT
Submitted by Bruce, December 9th, 5:32PM
Are you alone?
Submitted by Anonymous, December 9th, 5:40PM
I am with my ipod.
Submitted by Gertrude, December 9th, 5:43PM
Are you a monster, I think I am a monster.
Submitted by W, December 9th, 5:50PM
Who are you?
Submitted by W, December 9th, 5:51PM
I know you aren't there, but will check this later.
Submitted by Todd, December 9th, 5:53PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hhm0NHhCBg
Submitted by THE HAND, December 9th, 5:56PM
Do I know you?
Submitted by W, December 9th, 5:58PM
Nigel? Is this you?
Submitted by Earthworm, December 9th, 5:59PM
YOU KNOW I'M HERE? I DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT
Submitted by Eric, December 9th, 6PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-xKETBhm5s
Anonymous, December 9th, 6:02PM
look I wish you'd stop calling cause all I can do when you call is twist my hair and pick at my eyebrows and then I wish I was hairless pure and running, feeling the wind on my bald scalp and then I remember that you're on the phone and so I say
"no I would not like a drink. not tonight"
Submitted by Sarah Rose, December 9th, 6:05PM