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line, at 218-237-4077. I heard about lines like this years ago (there are hundreds of them) but never called in until a couple of years ago. Kinda forgot about it until now. Feels like I should not be listening. Feels like I should not even be talking about it. People who apparently have absolutely nothing else to do call the Donut line to sing, to rant, and once in a while to have an actual conversation. A lot of rap riffs going on, mostly songs and tunes I do not recognize. More use of the N word than I’ve heard in a long time. Trash talking. Homophobic and misogynistic tirades, the latter aimed directly at the women callers, who seem to lap that shit up and wait for more. There is a preacher contingent, sounding like the guys who used to inhabit Times Square in the early 90s. Those preacher calls seem to be pre- recorded, but it’s hilarious to listen to the catcalls from the live callers. Dude says Jesus is the way the truth and the light and people respond with “SO MUCH FUCKIN’ BULLSHIT!” and “FUCK OFF AND DIE, JESUS BOY!” Today everyone is complaining about how fucking hot it is in the ghetto. It sounds like chaos but almost every room I’ve listened to comes together at some point. It sounds cacophonous with one dude talking into thin air, someone singing along with the radio or TV, and two or three people carrying on a coherent conversation, but every now and again all that sound unintentionally orchestrates itself to create something like music concrète. Dude now is saying he’s going to the liquor store to start daytime drinking. Said he’s restless since he quit smoking so he started drinking instead. Woman’s response is “that’s good.” Dude says “I made $1200 on the Parkway today” without explaining how he did that. No one asked. “I’m gonna make you pregnant over the phone. I got the jackhammer. You want me to rip out those guts, don’t ya, with my sledgehammer?” Woman replies “I already have 3 kids.” Man says “I’ll pull your shit inside out.” Her response: “OK, so I’ll have 4 kids when I’m done with you.” “I fucked that ho so hard she was walking backwards after she saw me.” Everyone laughs. “I don’t need none of my pussies empty. I fill all my holes.” Definitely not for everybody but taken from a safe, anonymous distance (I use Skype, which sends fake CallerID) it is suitably insane, even though it get a little monotonous after a while. Because of some loophole in the telephone system the calls are required to be totally free, though long distance charges could apply. Just thought I’d share. It reminds me of the old Apology Line days, not on substance but just the sound world. Apology had no conference call ability like this. There are lines like this all over the country: http://talkee.com/all-chat-lines |
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out why links stopped working here. i think it's something to do with the size of the textarea box. listening to the Tampa Raven now, girl positively screaming about how perfect her ass is, even though no one doubts her. she's being drowned out by one guy threatening to murder another one. i have frequent dreams that i am naked in public and that i get away with things because of it, because everyone looks away. there have been nearly-naked women in times square the last few months, taking advantage of their New York State legal right to be topless in public. i didn't really think much of it until they started shaking their breasts half an inch away from little kids' faces. not sure how the parents played in to letting that happen but it seemed kinda fucked up to me. |
they'll be just fine. |
someone teaches you that. They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. |