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02-04-2007, 04:20 PM | #13 (permalink) |
Atchin' Akai
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Unamerica
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When I was 14 years old I was involved in a rather nasty incident, involving myself and a moving vehicle.
I lost and consequently spent a considerable amount of time recovering in hospital. In the next bed to me in the ward, was a man named Geoff. He was in his mid 30's (as I remember) and was in hospital for quite some time before I arrived and was undergoing a series of corrective operations (following a typical National Health fuck up.) Over the coming weeks we became good friends and Geoff seemed to take me under his wing. He was a happy go lucky kind of guy, until the morning of his last operation. About an hour before surgery, he suddenly became very quiet. And uncharacteristically, with a serious face and straight out of the blue he said, "goodbye" (which struck me as odd at the time) and offered me this advice..."lad...if you don't ask, you don't get!" Sadly, those were the last words Geoff ever said to me...he died under the anaesthetic, later that day. And ever since I have always tried to live by those words. Don't bother...it's a waste of fucking time! |
02-04-2007, 07:20 PM | #18 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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You cant change the world.....but you can leave a dent!
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
02-04-2007, 07:41 PM | #19 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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" I use ms paint ahahahhhhwahhahah"
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
02-04-2007, 08:00 PM | #20 (permalink) |
The Forums Sadistic Ghost
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: beyond midnight, in the abyss of time, the syren in the night
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".... i was born to lose, so i'll die to win..."
quoting my shirt about the size of my chest "stop staring they don't talk"
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