The way you would like to die and your last words
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running in the middle of the night. the moon high above looking down at me as if to say never again. the trees closing in on me as somebody follows me. i can hear there footsteps slowly moving behinde me.
its a path ive taken before.to evade some people but this time it feels different. i cant breath, legs jellow, eyes burnning in the wind rushing past me. thoughts racing about the people i have lost in this battle over land, love, freedom. but i cant stop. never will i stop, beacouse to many people are depending on me. my thoughts drift back to a time when things seemed simpil.
i know there is a root over here somewhere, but my brain is else where and i cant seem to place this root that sticks out far enough to trip somebody not looking for it. next thing i know BAM!! i go down. my legs finaly give out, i cant move. my body trembles in the chilly night air as i wait for the envitable.
its cold, and damp. i can feel the moist fog run over my back. and the ever creeping foot steps of my presuer. there behinde me. she stands with an ax in hand.
she is a friend who betraied me for a few extra moments in life. she holds the ax above my head and ask if there will be any last words.
i say "why now?"
she moves the ax came down by this point ravens have gathered in the trees to watch. as soon as the blade hits the ground they take to the sky covering the moon.
its a path ive taken before.to evade some people but this time it feels different. i cant breath, legs jellow, eyes burnning in the wind rushing past me. thoughts racing about the people i have lost in this battle over land, love, freedom. but i cant stop. never will i stop, beacouse to many people are depending on me. my thoughts drift back to a time when things seemed simpil.
i know there is a root over here somewhere, but my brain is else where and i cant seem to place this root that sticks out far enough to trip somebody not looking for it. next thing i know BAM!! i go down. my legs finaly give out, i cant move. my body trembles in the chilly night air as i wait for the envitable.
its cold, and damp. i can feel the moist fog run over my back. and the ever creeping foot steps of my presuer. there behinde me. she stands with an ax in hand.
she is a friend who betraied me for a few extra moments in life. she holds the ax above my head and ask if there will be any last words.
i say "why now?"
she moves the ax came down by this point ravens have gathered in the trees to watch. as soon as the blade hits the ground they take to the sky covering the moon.
By running in a building with a shit load of weapons and ammo then shoot every one I see while keeping it locked down, Fending it off for days after Ive killed every one in the building ile shoot at the cops out side, when I'm on my last magazine full of ammo, I will run out shooting screaming " Jack Thompson made me do it".
Ho the irony.
TO be truthfull I dont know how I really would like to go, but I think that above would be a funny way to go and a good slap in the face to Jack Thompson.
Ho the irony.
TO be truthfull I dont know how I really would like to go, but I think that above would be a funny way to go and a good slap in the face to Jack Thompson.
If I die of old age, I want to say a random word, just to throw people off, ala "rosebud".
My dream death? I want to either:
A) Tie myself to the bottom of a tree branch, grip a combat knife, and wait for either a bear or someone I don't like to wander under me. I cut the ropes and dive onto them, plunging in the knife.
B) Self-nuking. I know how to build a H-bomb, so I'd rent a boat and go offshore.
C) In the inevitable zombie uprising.
My dream death? I want to either:
A) Tie myself to the bottom of a tree branch, grip a combat knife, and wait for either a bear or someone I don't like to wander under me. I cut the ropes and dive onto them, plunging in the knife.
B) Self-nuking. I know how to build a H-bomb, so I'd rent a boat and go offshore.
C) In the inevitable zombie uprising.
Saying something like "I regret nothing" or perhaps something ridiculously blasphemus and then leaping out of a shuttle flying at the ceiling of the statosphere. I'd watch for about 15 minutes the entire world come toward me, before landing with a gigantic splat on a bulleye painted in Time Square.
"Tell my editor the 41st book in my series of fantasy books is cancelled. Because I'm dying... but can you do one last thing for me... can you let me hear the Never Mind The Bollocks album one last time... and tell Dexter to apologise to me, I'm no serial killer, just a writer who killed off a few characters!"
I just thought of a good one, Jumping off a Really High Building onto the pavement during Rush hour... My last words?
" SUPRIZE F*GGOTS! "
" SUPRIZE F*GGOTS! "
The best death ever, I got from Dinosaur comics.
I want my last word to be "Stopped".
Not that freaky, until you take into account that I'll be taking my own pulse.
I want my last word to be "Stopped".
Not that freaky, until you take into account that I'll be taking my own pulse.