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Ah, its you again?
Well I guess so. Doc, I really need the help.
You mean you did it again?
I don't know! Its something glued to me.
Nothing is! You just need to fight back.
I did. About a month goes and I am back enchanted to it. I, I just feel so bad about myself, so disgraced so lowly. It's just a matter of time and I am back to it! Marooned for days and back forever!
Tell me what did you do? The usual?
Aha, the usual. The usual that is a habit. Not it isn't. It's a chore! It's a melody rising up upon my ears everyday, no matter how ignorant; it keeps knocking my mind for it! I am sick!
No, you aren't. You are just feeling to bad about yourself, that your good is in a snooze.
Huh? Doc? Did I call the wrong number? Is it Ghandi?
Cut that out and listen. No offence here. Its you who did it. And its you who called me looking for such help. Don't feel bad. Your good-side is rivalling your bad, and soon its coming to an end.
Perhaps that's for now, but later good won't be even here.
Lad, look, how about you hang up and call me in 2 - 5 minutes? Will ya?
Aren't you a doc? Listening is your duty. Here I am lost in this hell forest and you are my only way out!
Me? Why me? I am just someone, who knows you by his 29749- file number.
No doc, you sure mean allot to me than just a doc! I really feel good when I am talking to you, so please don't abandon me. At least, not when I am handing you out.
Romantic isn't it? Do you get this all the time?
Don't you mention that word to me again! Its the killer! And I need the antidote.
Lad, listen up, you are growing up, realizing and understanding facts that won't be even understood by me. You acted this way, 'cause you did. See, no matter what you scream or wail, nothing will change. You finished it up. The only thing left is to pick-up-the-garbage. Garbage dumped out for incarceration. That's when your chaos is leaving!
Garbage? Leaving? How about making that simple to the Big-bird lovers?
I am not playing the ABC around lad. The garbage is leaving and coming back again! Knocking your door as a hammer in dire to knock you out of conscious. This time, its won't be a garbage with a black sack, its adlibbed garbage, with new pheromones.
Did you hear that? Its my stomach whirling. Garbage talk really did a good.
Lad, just recite what I've said, and you will do good.
Yeah, yeah, do good. Good he says. You know, it is really good of me not to call you one more again doc!
Good. See. You are back to Earth.
And now I am leaving to Mars again! Ahh, back to the beaut, coziness and self-comforting. Doc? Tell me again why did I call you?
Wrong number lad, enjoy.
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