Thrice

If you wre gunna kill yourself how would you do it?

Im sick of all these effing kids that fail...if you are gunna do it do it right...
heres how i'd do it....

Drink a hell of alot until im almost passed out...take a few bottles of sleeping pills....park next to a random tree with a 500 ft rope tied to it at the edge of a 1000 foot cliff...run a tube from the exhaust into the car...after about ten minutes and the CO started kicking in, id stumble over to the rope put it on my neck and jump, gun in hand....about a quarter of the way down it blow my head off...get hanged at 500 feet...freefall the other 500, hopefully id be dead by then...but if not id like to lay there untill the sleeping pills kicked in and ended me...

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."

Thrice

...or now that bush got re-elected, I would just join the army.

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."

franscar

Piece of cake. If you really want to kill yourself, you get a gun, place it in your mouth and pull the trigger. Messing around with pills isn't going to get the job done. Anyone who actually commits suicide through using pills didn't really want to die, just nobody found them.

Thrice

ha ha that works too...

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."

jibber

how bout I just not die....or is that not an option?

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franscar

Nope. Sorry. We all gonna go sometime, so let's party like it's 1999. Or something like that.

jibber

well in that case, how bout I die when i'm like 120 by skiing off a cliff.

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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER

franscar

If you can still ski at 120 then fair play to you. Knock yourself out kid.

A cool death would be going over Niagra Falls in a barrel, but the downside of that is that you'd have to drown. Drowning and suffocating wouldn't be nice.

jibber

ya, i'm optimistic there'll be medical advances by then that'll allow us to live insanely long. and 120 is just a number I threw out there. really, i want to die when I'm so old that I'm just barely able to move. then someone can strap my skis on, tie the poles to my arms, haul me up the mountain, and send me off. actually, that'd be painful, I'd wanna die nice and peacefully in my sleep just after watching a sick ski movie (remember this'll be when i'm too old to move).

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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER

SwitchFootRocks!

nice . i would rather try my hardest to go to the white house to kill him. either way i would have the death sentence.