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Caught in the Loop

September 20, 2013

Texts

[To someone waiting, using a borrowed phone]

Just to let you know she s being searched across the road thought you should no dont contact this number as it is not her number i am Just a concerned friend of hers they have Just hand cuffed her i can see her crying a shouting through the window i tried to phone her but the phone was off then i heard her shouting she is in trouble for something in her shoe from wat i could make out

02:24 pm

I was u that was sixth sense u said exactly wat i was saying xX

04:54pm

True its quite a gd opportunity to get sum ov those red apples they shud b luvly and ripe nnw do u wnt 1?

04:24 pm

Its probably the rain we had the other nite and plenty of sun shinE thats made them so juicy

05:16 pm

We got a mild hurracane tonite gettin blow off itchen bridge at present as i miss the bus by ten poxy secondz

11:17 pm

As sad as it sounds ur my only tru friend every 1 else apart frum my mum+dad that seems to giv a shit thx u

08:35 pm

Uv lost out Ls bin on about all nite cudnt even get us a drink great first date eh who knows wat she wud have done she spreads like flora wen fueled on alcohol she open like a twenty four hour tesco oh well neva mind

03:54 am

Think ill have to in her honour x x

10:42 am

Bet if i gave you a hug in bed when you asked you would of let me stay pins or no pins you got a fucking cheek telling your family and friends about my problems you two faced i tell you what its about you didnt get ya fame of curing me got parents for that needed a friend to put up with me no matter what cant believe you just fucked me off after every thing hope you fucking happy i wont darken your door again im sure you will be pleased to no bye i delete ya numbers

08:16 pm

Wat ever i love son i cant stop for him what makes you think you d make a difference

08:38 pm

and i only asked for your friendship didnt ask you to get me off it ya done a really good job getting me used to the comfort of your home now taken it away thanks a fucking bunch have a boring life so long

08:41 pm

So sorry you got mixed up in my fucked up life i will leave you now good luck no hard feelings thank you for your help

02:30 pm

I leave you to your self i knew i was a pain but didnt quite realise how much so i aint being held responsible for you losing weight and being depressed you chose to stand by me and treat me but god dint you let me know about it hope you gain weight and have a happy life with out me being such a burden

09:58 pm

What tone i never spoke with a tone i text you so what u on about if i get extra i give you a tenner or five off it

10:01 am

I think you will find i make the conversation and you say Fuck all other than moan that im there suit ya self a friend wouldnt of left me in the rain to walk to shirley for a quick hit then had to walk back to the corner straight after you annoy me and i annoy you lets leave it at that and delete each others numbers dont need the ear ache on why im visiting you im done with this sham of a friendship bye

05:04 pm

Ring me

02:19 pm


In the Loop

We’re all caught in the loop

Bound together by love

As much as by the stuff that stops us

Stops us being free enough, stops us

Doing what we want to do for those we love

That harmless looking elastic stuff

Which we almost welcome at first

Though it seems so sticky,

As it winds round and round

Wrapping you round in what feels like warmth

Your cover, your uniform, your private joke

Your invisible way of being you

Till you only see what’s bonded by that binding

Which you’ve tried to charm or work or tear your way out of, but can’t

Accept it, like it, loathe it, use it

It’s the loop that tries to trap us all in its web

The world wide web with its tiny strings

That twitch and drag us along this highway of information

The best and worst line of communication

But all we have, it seems

To connect and share and try to help each other;

So who wants to be out of the loop?

And who is the spider who wove and pulls its strings – me or you? Us?

We’re all caught in the loop

That feels like a trap but should be an embrace

Wide enough to put a smile on everyone’s face

Smile at a spider and it will scuttle away

The loop is a toy, the instrument we’ve each been given to play.

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3 Comments
  1. This is the Author of the texts no wonder no one understands it he spelt it wrong on pretty much every line. Its from me gemma to jpf goodman he didnt enclude the texts he replied to me which makes it more difficult to understand the full conversation personally i would have done it very differently but seen as its not me computer its all john mind you i wouldnt of even thought of putting our arguments on the internet for the world to read but i spose know one will ever know who i gemma really is all you need to know is im a prositute with a heavy herion crack weed and substitute methadone addict and jpf goodman has been my savior took me off the streets he couldnt get me off drugs or help me get my boy back but now he is just a freind who excepts that im fucked but he still helps even though he is skint and depressed he is always there 3 cheers for jpf goodman HIP HIP HOORAY !!!!x 3 Thank you for taking the time to read x

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  2. I really liked the poem,but can you explain the first part? I don’t really understand what it says… I am not used to spoiled English like that.

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    • The author of the texts speaks again! Please see One of a thousand unheard voices, here in Southampton.

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