Brightly colored cubist like Digital painting based on a screen shot

Dolls: He Calls the Hotline

Bobby has clearly had it.

He calls the hotline:

Bobby: I’m so depressed I don’t know what to do;

Bob: Sounds like you’re feeling depressed.

Bobby: Yeah. I think I’m gonna kill myself.

Bob: Sounds like you’re thinking of suicide.

Bobby: Yeah–My dick fell off in the shower.

Bob:  Sounds like you need to watch what you eat.

–Click buzz—

Bobby is a gash in the arm of God, lost as he segues
to a regrettable death.

“Try not to think about it,” says Bob, “It’s in Robs hands now.”

Rob Goldstein 1985-2019




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