things_to_do_before_you_end_your_life Stupid Bitch Does anybody have anything... I was thinking about this tonight, wonder if I could do anything [with as little money as possible-- since that is all I have left now] instead of taking my life right away -- I mean maybe it would be enough to get me through just one more night. I'd wake up the next day, maybe with a cheesy grin on my face from the events of the night before and I'd think to myself, "Gee, I sure am glad I didn't take action on those feelings last night". 040518 ... dopehat Stupid bitch ass motherfucker. Fuck you sir and your entire company. 040518 ... minnesota_chris if you're going out in flames, would you take out the administration first? And maybe Paris Hilton while you're at it? 040518 ... minnesota_chris ooh no wait (I hope I'm not too late) THE OLSEN TWINS! Please please please. 040518 ... phil bullfighting 040518 ... Zantic sky dive without a parachute, or make fun of a Hells Angel 040518 ... unhinged list_of_things_to_do_before_you_die 040518 ... unhinged or not 040518 ... endless desire m_c, what if one of the olsens twins is on blather? and you just really hurt their feelings. yeah, what do you think of that? 040518 ... mary kate yeah! you tell 'em 040518 ... or list_of_things_to_do_before_i_die 040518 ... magdalena Kiss West... Hug my dad... Sing for my mom.. Get through to one student.. love my enemies.. See in the night.. Feel the earth... Finish this fucking novel... Go to egypt... See dylan speak.. be proud of getting older... see scotland..my home... teach in new zealand... get respect for my people... 040519 ... falling_alone the olsen twins declared they no longer wanted to be called the olsen twins. 040519 ... minnesota_chris if one of the olsen twins is on blather, I hope they die anyways, muahahahaha! 040519 ... kookaburra did you hear about the mary kate, whos anorexic? yep yep yep. hmm. that was a pointless thing to say, but who really cares in the long run? 040519 ... kookaburra did you hear about the mary kate, whos anorexic? yep yep yep. hmm. that was a pointless thing to say, but who really cares in the long run? 040519 ... stork daddy sam realized that he had to be able to stop any habit he had. because a lot of us are just lucky enough to not have the bad habits which hurt people, and you could never tell when a habit you had might somehow hurt someone, or be, under certain circumstances, considered wrong. so you had to be more than lucky, you had to be willing to be able to stop even those things which didn't hurt anyone yet in the chance that they someday would. 040519 ... x sleep 4/5 of each day 040519 ... Strideo look up someone who bullied you in school, go to their house, knock on their front door, and when they answer the door smile and say "I forgive you" . . . . . . then pull out a knife and stab them right in the face! Stab! Stab! Stab! Oh, sorry. Sorry about that. I've gotta go now. ... 040714 ... magicforest Live your life fully, with the entire quota of thudding, tearing, ripping tragedies and shimmering, floating, joys, love and be loved at least once, heal the wounds you caused someone, know that in your imperfection you are lovely and true and flawless, help someone to whom you owe nothing, kiss yourself on your hand, and look up at a starry sky from the sand of a beach. 040714 ... kookaburra i want to sing, without toning it down at all. thats it. i want to sing. and maybe get laid, because if youve got to die, why die a virgin? 040714 ... dudeinanigloo (before my life ends, not before I end my life) That was beautiful, magicforest. However, since I don't have the time or the inspiration to write something like that, I will simply arrange them into a list: - Find true love; - Buy a better saxophone (the one I have is a piece of SHIT); - Buy a nice house; - Get a masters degree in music; - Graduate from high school with high honours; - Get my friggin' driver's license; - Don't crash my parent's car, or the cars I will own; - Travel the world; - Write music that people will remember forever (well, if people begin to appreciate jazz in the future); - Make a reasonably good amount of money in my life; - Retire comfortably; and - Look up at the sky at night and see Earth, not the Moon. Wait, the immature stuff's comin' up! - Get drunk; - Get laid; - Get a hangover; - Win the sweepstakes; - Go to a college party; - Do the first three at the college party; - Play spin the bottle again; - Bungee jump; and - Drive a car twice the legal primary highway speed limit (not on a highway though. Jeez, did you think I was that crazy!?). Wait, I guess I did have time. Hmm... 040714 ... phil You were just about to end your life when suddenly, out of the screen you were staring into at that very moment you thought of it, a button pops out. Now, I didn't say I saw a button pop out, but you still seem to think you saw a button pop out. A keyboard button. I could tell you someone threw it, but noone else is there. This is an odd button, as Pooh might say. When I listen to buttons I think I hear the rain. If you place a button in your ear, maybe you can hear the noise I hear. The button could have come flew up there, from somewhere down there, but it didn't. Perhaps a ferocious bear swiped it out from under a man's toupe, just before mauling him. If only that had been you, you would trade places with the man, dead in your computer. It came out of your computer, and just like that, just moments after... you decided to kill yourself. Now, the screen is filled with buttons; you can see them. Different colored and shaped, but all real, single buttons. You can read them just like a stork reads a phone book, with a pickle in both hands. The headache that makes you want to die, the disorganized librarian leaving on the lights has set the index cards on fire. The street is a frozen sheet. Why can't you just reach in there and poke it out, along with your eye, or bury a hose; up your nose? Why don't you shave your head and eat cool whip until you smother the air, if you dare. Then you see another button, pop out, this time the glass is like a mirror. Maybe you can get a button to pop out of here. That's it, your head is starting to swell, and it's filled with buttons and that's why it hurts, its about to burst. That's why we hear the voices and that's why the button came flying out of your head. There is too much pressure building up inside. It hit the computer screen and made a noise, a sort of clink, and maybe that darned escape key is slipping out in the middle of your forehead! It has come out to sneak a peek at your world. Maybe you can sneakily get your hand up there, quick pick up that soda can, scratch the hair thats been bothering you, on the back of your neck. Come crawling up the rear of your head, as the brain leans back to pour the soda in. Detach your mind from all else, until your hand moves on its own, just long enough so the brain don't tell the the button. Over the brow, like a lion emerging slowly; the brown layers changing to that golden hue as it sinuously visits the plains. Oh, now you shouldn't have done that. The button sees you and the headache is back, and... is your tongue blue? What?! We can make it blue, for you. Who? You, silly. Just lick the screen. Is your tongue blue? My tongue is GONE! That's right, we've got your tongue; you're a stupid mother fucker, aren't you? I don't think this is a dream. Oh this is not a dream. No, we are not dreaming here. I can tell its not a dream; I want my tongue back. Too bad. Too wha? Listen, I can't say I... I never even wanted a blue tongue. Oh well, too bad. The cars are in the desert. 110317 what's it to you? who go blather from