Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Taylor Calls

Message 1: "'Sup, bro."

Message 2: "Shhhhhhhh."

Message 3: "He's young. He's rich. He's available. He's Iranian. Lemme know."

Message 4: "Meet me on Little Santa Monica. Hello?"

Message 5: "Hey I--"

Message 6: (panicked, sobbing) "I'm on the deck and I can hear the waves and the sea gulls crying out and I can hear the hum of phones and wires and flatscreen TVs and I can feel the sun shining down on me and I'm listening to the sound of the trees shuffling in the warm wind and the screams of a young girl coming from a room or a television. I can't tell which is what. She's saying 'help me.'"

Message 7 (whispers): "I am the dream in your coma."

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