here's a favourite of mine

"Shredded…
I feel shredded, torn in a billion places.
You haven’t touched me,
And yet, I still feel the weight of your hand on mine.
You left me shredded,
When you swore that you would always be there.
I don’t get it.
How can you break someone’s heart and just not care?
It hurts you, maybe,
But you have no idea of the pain that rushes through me,
Even though they are only two words.
Only two words, yet somehow they decide my fate.
This knife balanced in my palms,
It shall soon dig into my flesh.
And its bright blade shall be eternally stained crimson.
Crimson with the blood that spills from my slashed wrists,
That spills out to drip onto the tiles below.
And the knife drops…with a soft clink.
And slowly I join it.
With a small smile gracing my face once again.
And the thoughts race through my head,
As the blood streams with every beat of my heart.
And I silently say my goodbyes,
That I wish I could be making in person.
But I couldn’t,
Because then you would have stopped me.
And so now…I lay as shredded as my heart.
Alone.
All alone.
And I pray…
That you will be ok."

Pleasured to death by Ross Kemp.

I want to fuck Nush off Big Brother until I've ejaculated my whole body inside out.

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[This message was edited Sat Jun 7 15:35:58 PDT 2003 by CAMILLE4U]

Shot by some eastcoasters, would die in the arms of my westcoaster lover.

that Anushka they voted off was one tight ass beenie!

HerRoyalBadness said:

Die in my arms, under the cherry moon.

CAMILLE4U said:

But you aint met me yet honey, and your death would be sooo more pleasurable with me than fuckin spindly nush


Maybe I was put on this earth just to fuck you to death...

I'd like to be burned to death in a huge wicker man. I saw this once in a film, about a policeman who was burned to death in a huge wicker man. I can't think of the name of the film though. I think it was called "Burn, Copper, Burn.".

Anyway, that's how I'd like to go.

I just want to die in some way more original than a sickness, or a car accident of sorts. I'd like to die in a way so creative and amusing that people remember it for years to come... or to be violently killed by some fucking psycho. I want my death to be somewhat... historical.

I guess I have no control over it either way. I'll probably get cancer, and then be driving myself to the hospital and die in a car accident on the way.

REDFEATHERS said:

Maybe the only reason I'm here is for you to fuck someone to death. We can't denie our fate. It has to be done.

CAMILLE4U said:

Don't start, or I'll be writing poems about that!

CAMILLE4U said:

I think you have finally seen the light!

BattierBeMyDaddy said:

THAT is exactly what I'm dreading.

If I ever end up with a terminal illness, I'm going to go skydiving and neglect to pull the strings.

Really. Someday, if you live longer than me, you'll probably hear about me on the news.

tackam said:

I will hear then, and I will giggle.

Really though, terminal illnesses suck. I imagine if I developed one, before it had the chance to kick my ass all to hell, I'd go out and hang myself from a tree in my neighbors yard. I'd slit myself down the middle right before I jumped (fell) and that way I'd have all my entrails hanging out and dangling and bouncing like in "Hannibal."