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[sid] => 147536
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Nothing
[time] => 2009-01-21 02:15:05
[hometext] => Inspired by chaos.
[bodytext] => I've decided. I can see that my life is going nowhere, that i am nothing. And theres not anything as worthless as nothing i've realized. What an eye opener. I started to see the people in my life very differently. As i began to understand that they too were nothing. They went to work, paid thier bills, and ***** thier wives. What does that mean? What does it all mean?? Nothing. Ha HA Hee. Now i have a plan to deal with all the nothings in the world. Now i'm buying a semi automatic rifle at the tender young age of only 18. I only wanted a handgun but you have to be 21 to buy one... Strange, but its all nothing anyway. Now i'm walking through the halls of my office building. And i'm blowing holes through my co-wokers. Their also nothing. HA! Speaking of nothing thats whats left of Marks sternum. And Cathy's Jaw. And Tom's dashingly handsome face. And Jhon's fat ***** gut. Nothing, i killed them all. I made them all into the nothings they truly where. The nothings they could not admit to themslves they had become in this world of somethings. But i'm a nothing too. So i have to join my fellow nothings in the great nothingness beyond. Now i'm putting the barrel of a loaded mini-14 carbine semi automatic rifle to the roof of my mouth. Now i'm sliding a .223 round into the banana clip and placing my finger on the trigger. Wait for it... Nothing. Wait for it..... Still nothing. BANG! Party time. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 36 [informant] => solidsnake116 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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