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Dhampy  posted on Dec 15, 2009 5:58:25 PM - Report post

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Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening around him, decided, finally, to off himself. There was no problem in the circles where he hung out in putting an end to yourself. You just bought a large quantity of downers and took them with some cheap wine. The planning part had to do with the artifacts he wanted found on him by later archeologists. He had spent several days deciding, much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead and an unfinished letter to Exxon, protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way, he would indite the system, and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved. At the last moment, he changed his mind on a decisive issue and decided to drink the pills with a connoisseur wine, instead of Ripple or Thunderbird. So he set off on one last drive, over to Tiny's Liquors, which specialized in fine wines, and bought a bottle of 2001 Azalea Springs Merlot, which set him back almost seventy dollars. Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it, tried to think of something meaningful but could not, and then, with a glass of Merlot, gulped down all the pills at once. However, he had been burned. Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed, looking down at him disapprovingly.

Freck: You gonna read me my sins?

[Creature nods]

Freck: Eh, it's gonna take a hundred thousand hours.

Creature: Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity. The list will never end.

Creature: "The Sins of Freck"

Charles Freck wished he could take back the last half hour of his life.

Creature: "... theft of fingernail clippers...” "... you did knowingly and with malice...” "... punched your baby sister, Evelyn...” "... December, theft of Christmas presents...” "... one billion lies...”

One thousand years later, they had reached the sixth grade, the year he had discovered masturbation.

Creature: "... November fourteenth, Percodan... Vicodin... Cocaine...”

Charles Freck thought, "At least I got a good wine."

 
fault2k  posted on Dec 15, 2009 6:05:12 PM - Report post

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Lul, the video was better then your post however.
 
Dhampy  posted on Dec 15, 2009 6:26:49 PM - Report post

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I saw death rising from the earth, from the ground itself, in one blue field, in stubbled color.

Edit- I'm a gunna make that in mai siggy.

[Edited by Dhampy, 12/15/2009 7:04:37 PM]

 
Foxxie-kun  posted on Dec 15, 2009 9:37:43 PM - Report post

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How depressing.

Seriously, suicide is nothing but the coward's way out, no matter what historical culture or religious creed you study or learn of/from. Charles Freck deserved his fate. If only he had had the nerve to keep going and make something of himself.

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