L.A. Salami:

Hello? Stokely? It's Lookman... Pick up...
They gave me this number to call.
But there's no fallout like the full stream of conscious
concern that burns its way through my window on a jobless morning -
I am currently mourning the death death of newness -
For the first time...
The stomach spiral of a guitar chord first played -
Life has played itself out and I can't afford to travel,
so I take trips to the back ends of my mind
where the macro scale makes a mockery of fresh meat and clean clothes
and regular meals.... I need to take a trip to Mexico -
Fire a gun – get chased down by racist police officers
in a bogus raid born from a miscommunication.
Or tattoo the inside of my nostrils...
Some kind of revolution...
But I have no resolutions concerning my fractured eyes...
... Oh my...
Listen man, call me back when you get a second...
... Please.


Larry the Landlord:

Hello? Stokely? It's Larry 'ere. Ya landlord.
I – err, haven't received any rent for a couple months now...
You did say you were gonna get back to me about it...
'aven't heard anything yet...
So, erm, just checking in...
I did call round the other day...
Can't get in the house – Locks have been changed...
Thought you might know something about that?
Alright, so just give me a call when you get a minute, mate.
Alright, thanks mate.


Phone Network:

Hello mister Stokely. This is your phone network provider speaking.
You've been such a loyal customer that we're offering a new gift card this season.
It'll only cost you five pound more extra a month.
Alright, we'll be contacting you over and over again and we won't stop until we get through.
Thanks.


L.A. Salami:

Hello? Stokely? It's Lookman again...
My ears are buzzing.
The backward, nerve patterned slant of self deprecation(?)
Have you heard my latest hook?
Sure, it's a good read but books just won't last that long.
I – i'm told mmost of the world has been devastated by famine and optimism. Meanwhile fibreoptics have made leaps and bounds,
but Cassandra has decided to leave me.

What does this all mean, man?
I need a friend right now...
... Call me back...


The Ex:

Hello? Stokely? Listen – Stop calling me.
Stop calling me – stop texting me- stop messaging me. Alright?
I don't care, ok? It's none of my concern anyore.
Just. Fucking. Stop it. I don't wanna know about your problems.
I don't wanna know about your new girlfriend.
I don't wanna know how much you love me.
I don't care anymore.
Just leave me alone.
Oh, and I want my keys back.