When I die ...

I want to drown in a field of flowers singing my favorite song ... running, laughing, and smiling.

 

deal. nah actually i dont want to plan mine.

 

I wanna laugh myself to death!

 

That make me feel good .

 

I always thought the perfect death would be heroin overdose ... you would feel nothing at all; great release.

 

Everything has become plastic. I am Loosing my edge. But I was there. I love LCD Soundsystem.

 

i wanna die stoned

 

Suicide is my way to go. Mainly because I wanna control when I die and not let some asshole named the Grim Reaper come thinkin' he can take me on.

 

wow ... killing yourself must be one of the most intense feelings, next to killling another living being, I can't evan imagine it.

 

peacefully is all i ask for..........to be able to look at death with a curiousity of whats next for me and not the feeling of it being the end and to be satisfied with the things i completed while here..... no regrets

 

There is no Grim Reaper. That is just Chuck Norris in a halloween costume.

 

AHAHAH george

 

Killing yourself takes all the sport out of dying.

 

i realized this, so, to make up for those that do it, i put all the sport back in by actively killing other people

 

Thats more like adding a little sport to 'their' dying.

 

awwwww! that's sweeeeet... you make me feel like dying!

 

pfft, tomato tomato.


FUCKING HELL WHY DOESNT THAT WORK IN WRITING :$

 

i already know how im gonna die... ive seen it in dreams, in visions and in hypnagogic hallucinations. and it all makes so much sense.

 

really??? awesome! so tell us how....

 

well. my thoughts on this is that ill die in a desert, on a trip ill be having in a few years. i was about 20-30yrs old... yesterday i had another vision in my dreams, not dreams but... paralysis state... i was in bed... looking at the door, it was 5AM i was half asleep half awake, in a transe state..

all of a sudden i see my dad, he had a beard and looked older, coming in my room (hypnagogic hallucinations)... he talks to me in Hebrew ( i knew it was hebrew ), he kept talking , staring at me, in my bed, and slowly took out a red card out of his pockets, and put it on my dresser in my room... it was a card from a friend of mine who sent it to my dad or something. and i was dead. ... i slowly woke up to state of reality, and of course the red card wasnt there, and my dad didnt really come in my room.

i had many dreams lately .. some were lucid, where i was floating above me and watching myself in the desert.

might happen, might not. either way, im pretty sure all those visions and dreams mean something.