HOLY SHIT! I JUST REALIZED

Someday...

I'm gonna die.

But, I thought about how I'd prefer to die. And after thinging about it. I'd like to die at a family gathering.

I know it seems like I'm an asshole to die infront of my family, but I want to be enjoying myself. I'd like to see faces I love, be around people I love. My family. I want them all to know that I love them, just before I kick the bucket. I think I'll jug back a whiskey right before I do it too.


How would you people prefer to die if you were going to.

I'd preder die to let someone live. That way my life wouldn't go to waste like it has for the past ~19 years.

i'd like rei to kiss me and explode me into lcl

Who's rei???

i want the shittiest of luck to happen to me. i want to die because of vengeance.

i want somebody i know, somebody i trust to kill my family and my girlfriend. and i want to go into a dark phase, becasue that fucker just moved his shit to mexico, trying to escape and shit. so i go to mexico, telling my other friend "don't expect me to come back.."

The scene is mexico, a dirty little village close to a stone city called GuanoJuato. the little village has no name, more like a colonia or something. my friend(who we'll name Mordechai) is currently residing there, much to the fear of the other inhabitants. He's looking at his living room floor. somebody's blood stains the rug. it wasn't his blood. he packs up on his motorcycle and heads out to a town called Culiacan.

Just over a short amount of time, Mordechai has developed a following that terrorizes the city nights. until i arrive, thisting for a passionate revenge. i fight my way though many of his underlings, slowly making my way to the top.

It's me and him now, and i've a huge gash across my stomach. my consciousness is fazing in and out. we have one final lunge, and i quickly pull out a small pocket knife which makes it to his jugular. i feel the warm blood trail down my hand. he looks at me. his eyes seek redemption.

i scowled and poked into it with my thumb. A horrific scream was emitted from him. white goo oozed over my thumb and trailed down my hand.

 in a last fit of rage, we puts a gun against my cheeks and blows flesh away. my eyes must be wide with shock. i slump over and watch as he wriggles painfully to death. in last momenty of curiousity, i place my hand against the searing hot hole where my cheek used to be. slowly, i unstick the dead bastard and clean the pocketknife. hopefully i think, somebody will come.

and somebody did come. a clown to be exact. and he fucked me throught the hole in my cheek. the pain was so much that i die.

i'm bored you guys

You should have shown him the gootsie before he died :/

>>2
That's respectable! Giving your life to save someone else. You're a true man, you should be a fireman or something. :)

>>4
Maybe Ayanami Rei fro Neon Genesis Evangelion

>>1

ur a fag

I'd like to be
under the sea
in an octopus' garden
and be free

>>5
i stopped reading after the first line because it was too much form brain to process the rest of the information... someone please make a simple one line summary.

>>10
he got fucked in the cheek by a clown

Cowboy Bebop meets Desperado

i want the funfest of luck to happen to me. i want to work because of vengeance.

i want somebody i know, somebody i trust to introduce me to their family and my girlfriend. and i want to ride a dark horse, becasue my dad just moved his to mexico, trying to escape and the hectic city life. so i go to mexico, telling my other friend "i'll send you a post card.."

The scene is mexico, a chicken and rice filled little village close to a stone city called GuanoJuato. the little village has no name, more like a party supply store or something. my friend(who we'll name Mordechai) is currently residing there, much to the pleasure of the other inhabitants. He's looking at his living room floor. somebody's spilled jelly beans on the rug. it wasn't his. he packs up on his bicycle and heads out to a town called Culiacan.

Just over a short amount of time, Mordechai has developed a following that compliments the city nights. until i arrive, thisting for a passionate acceptable. i'm greeted by his relatives, slowly making my way to the top.

It's me and him now, and i've a huge basket of puppies across my stomach. the lights are fazing in and out. we reminisce about the old times back on the farm. i feel a warm feeling in my stomach. he looks at me. his eyes seek redemption.

i grinned and gave him the biggest hug. A horrific scream was emitted from him. white tears oozed from his eyes and trailed down his face.

 in a lasting moment, we put away our differences and kissed. my eyes must be wide with shock. i slump over and watch as his tongue wriggles. in last momenty of curiousity, i place my hand against the his hot hole. slowly, i unstick the pre cum. hopefully i think, somebody will come.

and somebody did come. a clown to be exact. and he gave me a ballon animal. the pain was so much.

you guys

>>13

That gave me a boner.

stop thinking about how you should die, and focus on how you should LIVE!

(gayest shit ever)

i want someone to murder me and make it look like suicide.

I want to have a heartattack right after I've stuffed myself full of beans.

i'm going to submit myself to be the first cyborg.

then i will live forever.

dying is for losers.

Awesomest way to die would be saving somebody else.

Something absolutely retarded will happen to me, like being assaulted by a car while saying goodbye to some girl.

>>18

No..

And for the recors, I want to die in like, a magnificent explosion, with fire and blood everywhere.

I want to die after everyone else who has posted here

I want to die after I've KILLED everyone else in this thread.

I want to die as I orgasm and squirt my delicious cream in the loli. as I fall down  dying i want to slit her throat.

I want to die with the blood of a million Americans on my hands.

I want to die in a fire.

>>1
And you open the door and you step inside
way inside our hearts.

Now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light. That's right. Your pain. Your pain itslef is a white ball of healing light.

I don't think so.

This is your life
Good to the last drop
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat.
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom looked like.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
It's only after we lose everything that we're free to do anything.
Nothing is static, everything is appaling
Everything is falling apart.

This is your life.
It doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life.
And it's ending one minute at a time

You are not a beautiful an unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as anything else.
We are all apart of the same compost heap
We are the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world.

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khakis

You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realize that some day you will day
Until you know that, you are useless.

I say, let I never be complete
I say, may I never be content
I say, deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say, deliver me from clever arts
I say, deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say, you have to give up.
I say, evolve and let the chips fall where they may.

This is your life.
It doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life.
And it's ending one minute at a time

You have to give up
You have to give up

--I want you to hit me as hard as you can--

Welcome to Fight Club,
If this is your first night, you have to fight.

NIGGERJEW

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