telephone Tess voyeurism on the telephone, in rougey red. 000113 ... deb "i love you but i'm sorry" will be twisted deviously, i'm afraid, by the ears that yerned to hear my voice for so lone- i will be made a serpant, striking all but blindly with these venom fangs, if only in his eyes -and that is enough- my heart yet beats in tune with his, each soft peal ringing more loudly than a gong, speeding my tongue to certain whip-snapping pain -i cannot bear it- but i know... i must as soon as the words drip into his ears i know what new hope i will have trampled to death -a bud living no longer than a single breath- -a sweet poison, indeed, my love is- "i love you but i'm sorry" will curl, gnarling its honest, gentle sadness, quickly becoming that which i despise: a knife twisting the pain within you - and yet, i can almost hear your soft reply, a single tear, quiet treamor rippling your strong voice, a whispered, "i know" filled with immense regret 000803 ... sleepless This really is a very bad connection. What? The one from me to you? No, that's fine. I meant the one from my ear to my brain. Why don't you try calling back later? 000821 ... birdmad and when my phone don't ring i'll know that it was you 000821 ... just another guy waiting impatiently for your call time slowly falls blessed pause before uncertain fate fear doubt hope squelched i think this is the end where i move on and my heart stays here shattered ring ring hello? 000909 ... sarpedon That's one invention I don't like to use To trap someone else In constant conversation Just by the low quality sound That we call the telephone I love to hear her voice Transcribed into words Knowing this is when she wants to talk This is when she is free 000909 ... splinken i will only talk on the phone between the hours of 12:00 a.m. and 5:00 a.m. 000909 ... capt. beefheart Telephone Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too And if you don't watch out You know they're going to get you too And if I don't watch out You know they're going to get me too Telephone Telephone Telephone Telephone Well I strangled the cord Ripped it off of the phone And I saw the bone And I saw the twinkling lights It must have been rats [?? is this right? - any ideas?] 'Cause it sure was a drone It sure was a drag Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too And if you don't watch out You know they're going to get you And if I don't watch out You know they're going to get me too Telephone Telephone Telephone And I strangled And I ripped the cord And I saw the bone And I heard these tweetin' things N twinkling lights N there was nobody home Where are all those nerve endings coming out of the bone? Telephone Telephone Well I ripped the cord right out of the phone And I saw the bone Dammed gleaming white bone Telephone Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too And if you don't watch out You know they're going to get you And if I don't watch out You know they're going to get me too Telephone Telephone And I can’t get away And I can’t get away It’s like a grey adder at the end of the hall It’s like a plastic horned devil 010114 ... Lindsey I always think I have something really important to say until he picks up the phone and the only words that come out are, "Oh, honey." 010402 ... yummychuckle i am on it all day if I'm not online or doing something fun. I would prefer doing something fun, but i never have a ride anywhere. So i occupy myself with the computer, phone, or myself. narcissistic 010601 ... Butterfly Collector I hate the telephone, and talking to people over it. It scares me in a way i can't explain. I am with Krazy Kat on this one. 010814 ... Tamautor strange ways of us, odd courage is annoying and people who lie suck 021217 ... Syrope she told me i had good telephone presentation - that i sounded sincere and focused. i thought i sounded fake and too happy. i'd still rather hear that my sad_smileys are more expressive than anyone elses. 030910 ... mon uow skype 050313 ... minnesota_chris stood in the kitchen, dishing up my third helping of shepherd's pie, the house fully quiet. Strange to me, I'm used to houses full of people, with noise of shoes and voices and threats. Those days are gone but they are still real, when it's very quiet you can almost hear them. I stood in the kitchen, listening to the echoes of telephones calls long since made. Before touchtone phones, telephones rang with a bell, a bell loud enough to make you jump, echoing across the bare wood floors and plaster walls. And after enough rings some sucker actually put away their book and answered the phone (usually some loudvoiced child who didn't have anything better to do, too young to have any real skills beyond shouting). After this kid said "Hello" everyone would listen. Back then there was no caller ID and each phone call was a mystery, it could be literally anyone. Who was the call for? Was it for me? And then, instead of walking, the useless child would stand in place and shout, loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. PAT! Phonnnnne! If the answerer was clever enough, or if they were a concerned parent, they would even say who was calling. And then the thunder of feet as someone dashes to the telephone, from a bedroom or outside, shoes against hardwood floors. But this house goes before the 70s, the days when 612 would dial you all across the state. It goes back to days when instead of saying your phone was 647-4498 you would say Midway 7-4498, the M-I of Midway being translated to the 6 and the 4 on the telephone dial. It went back farther, to the days of party lines of the 1950s, when you'd pick up the phone and check, and if none of your neighbors were using the line, you could make your call. I believe this house may have been built even earlier than this. Days before telephones, imagine! You couldn't call, there was no planning a spontaneous meeting. In those days people would have calling hours, time Sunday afternoon where everyone was expected to be home and presentable, just in case a random person showed up to visit. It wasn't rude to drop in during calling hours, sometimes there was no other way to reach someone. No rings, no calls, no emails, how could they live? They did what they could, they planned to have family dinner together, when everyone could compare notes. They went to church and synagogue and bowling and met people they knew, and asked them "What're you doing tomorrow? Want to play a little cribbage at my place?" 120423 ... oren Chris, that was wonderful. You_have a_gift. 120423 what's it to you? who go blather from