Sep 08 2014, 03:06 PM

Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Slim; [*screaming*] Shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? [car tires squeal] [CRASH] .. [brief silence] .. [LOUD splash] Stan - EMINEM

Sep 07 2014, 09:56 AM

But when I got inside this phone booth, I wasn't much in the mood any more to give old Jane a buzz. I was too drunk, I guess. So what I did, I gave old Sally Hayes a buzz. I had to dial about twenty numbers before I got the right one. Boy, was I blind. "Hello," I said when somebody answered the goddam phone. I sort of yelled it, I was so drunk. "Who is this?" this very cold lady's voice said. "This is me. Holden Caulfield. Lemme speaka Sally, please." "Sally's asleep. This is Sally's grandmother. Why are you calling at this hour, Holden? Do you know what time it is?" "Yeah. Wanna talka Sally. Very important. Put her on." "Sally's asleep, young man. Call her tomorrow. Good night." "Wake 'er up! Wake 'er up, hey. Attaboy." Then there was a different voice. "Holden, this is me." It was old Sally. "What's the big idea?" "Sally? That you?" "Yes―stop screaming. Are you drunk?" "Yeah. Listen. Listen, hey. I'll come over Christmas Eve. Okay? Trimma goddam tree for ya. Okay? Okay, hey, Sally?" "Yes. You're drunk. Go to bed now. Where are you? Who's with you?" "Sally? I'll come over and trimma tree for ya, okay? Okay, hey?" "Yes. Go to bed now. Where are you? Who's with you?" "Nobody. Me, myself and I." Boy was I drunk! I was even still holding onto my guts. "They got me. Rocky's mob got me. You know that? Sally, you know that?" "I can't hear you. Go to bed now. I have to go. Call me tomorrow." "Hey, Sally! You want me trimma tree for ya? Ya want me to? Huh?" "Yes. Good night. Go home and go to bed." She hung up on me. "G'night. G'night, Sally baby. Sally sweetheart darling," I said. Can you imagine how drunk I was? I hung up too, then. I figured she probably just came home from a date. I pictured her out with the Lunts and all somewhere, and that Andover jerk. All of them swimming around in a goddam pot of tea and saying sophisticated stuff to each other and being charming and phony. I wished to God I hadn't even phoned her. When I'm drunk, I'm a madman. j.d. salinger - The Catcher And The Rye

Sep 07 2014, 07:30 AM

I'm looking for a place I'm searching for a face Is anybody here I know 'Cause nothing's going right And everything's a mess And no one likes to be alone Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life Won't you take me by the hand? Take me somewhere new I don't know who you are But I... I'm with you I'm with you Avril Lavigne - Im with you