Khronos
01-09-2010, 04:32 AM
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rating: mature
I felt like puking shit.
I use to have a highschool English teacher tell me cuss words were a moron's form of impressive vocabulary. Well, fuck, what was I supposed to say? That I felt like puking feces? We all know that doesn't establish the same effect.
And if cussing is for morons, does that make every stereotypical badass an idiot?
Most likely. They all die anyway. But that's not why I was dying.
I was dying because I took enough ibuprofen to fuck up my liver for the next 20 reincarnations.
Too bad I didn't believe in being reincarnated.
I really don't know what I believed in. Faith didn't help me when I gulped down capsule after capsule, and it sure as hell didn't stop me. And if I really did believe in something, this suicide would fuck my afterlife permanently. So, all in all, I was screwed.
And I still felt like puking shit.
As for why I'm killing myself, that could be explained in two words.
Christine Langer.
"Go kill yourself, Steven."
That's what she told me, when she left me. When she left me in my cardboard box of an apartment, while she walked away with my bedsheets wrapped around her, and me, just naked on the bed.
So this is what Christine Langer does. She almost fucks you and then tells you to fuck yourself for eternity.
I don't know if she meant it literally, and I don't know if I took it literally, but it was stupid to be considering this now. My liver was failing and soon my skin would turn that ugly jaundice yellow. Then I'd die a slow, painful death.
How tragic for me. I'd die in old bathrobes, in a bed without sheets, and without screwing the one girl I thought I loved.
The last thing I saw before my organ systems went to hell, were two gleaming red eyes.
And then, I, Steven Hale, died.
rating: mature
I felt like puking shit.
I use to have a highschool English teacher tell me cuss words were a moron's form of impressive vocabulary. Well, fuck, what was I supposed to say? That I felt like puking feces? We all know that doesn't establish the same effect.
And if cussing is for morons, does that make every stereotypical badass an idiot?
Most likely. They all die anyway. But that's not why I was dying.
I was dying because I took enough ibuprofen to fuck up my liver for the next 20 reincarnations.
Too bad I didn't believe in being reincarnated.
I really don't know what I believed in. Faith didn't help me when I gulped down capsule after capsule, and it sure as hell didn't stop me. And if I really did believe in something, this suicide would fuck my afterlife permanently. So, all in all, I was screwed.
And I still felt like puking shit.
As for why I'm killing myself, that could be explained in two words.
Christine Langer.
"Go kill yourself, Steven."
That's what she told me, when she left me. When she left me in my cardboard box of an apartment, while she walked away with my bedsheets wrapped around her, and me, just naked on the bed.
So this is what Christine Langer does. She almost fucks you and then tells you to fuck yourself for eternity.
I don't know if she meant it literally, and I don't know if I took it literally, but it was stupid to be considering this now. My liver was failing and soon my skin would turn that ugly jaundice yellow. Then I'd die a slow, painful death.
How tragic for me. I'd die in old bathrobes, in a bed without sheets, and without screwing the one girl I thought I loved.
The last thing I saw before my organ systems went to hell, were two gleaming red eyes.
And then, I, Steven Hale, died.