Panic ensues, desperate OCD
I know I'm truly crazy
What to do with this **** phone?
The call I want won't come through on its own
I need it, can't destroy it
Right now I'd like to boil it
I need to be away from civilization
I'm not made for normal conversation
I tried to turn it off and it resisted
I had to press real hard, but finally it desisted.
Peace.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Panic ensues, desperate OCD
I know I'm truly crazy
What to do with this **** phone?
The call I want won't come through on its own
I need it, can't destroy it
Right now I'd like to boil it
I need to be away from civilization
I'm not made for normal conversation
I tried to turn it off and it resisted
I had to press real hard, but finally it desisted.
Peace.
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