hey new here, whad up think about all the horrible way people have died around the world, eaten alive, burried alive, tortured for years just to die in some jail cell, mutilated. people have died from pretty much every possible scenerio. why do some people live completely healthy lives for 100 years then die, but some people are born, tortured, and killed without ever knowing anything else.
we must all play the card we are delt, or just kill yourself!!!!! Either way life is a hard road that we all must walk, and im not advocating sucide and im not a depressed emo kid.
Its called reality. Sometimes when I think of my problems, I feel so pathetic that some people are being killed, and my biggest issue is I cant buy pot this week because I must pay my rent....
I read a theory that we actually write our own lives before we live them. Could that be possible that we decide what we live with to help our souls mature and grow?
our early beliefs are shaped by our parents, if u are saying we choose our place in the world why the fuck would anyone choose to be born in darfur?
Well, according to the idea, those who pick the hard lives are like the ones who in college still need to take algebra, chemisty and some other really hard class. It has to be done to graduate as a soul. Just a theory, but its interesting...
Wosrt death would be the way those 2 brothers die in casion in the cornfeild, beaten with baseballbats n then burried alive. Its still my favourit part in the movie.
What about that poor German tourist driving along the highway in Florida----hit a bumper jack laying in the road--it kicks up,goes thru the floor of his car and up into him and kills him?WTF?Some weird stuff happens to people.
Oh, what a morbid thread!!! JESus! Erm, I think the worst would be working on a car in your garage, but getting your bollocks caught in a vice and accidentally tightening it before stepping on some spilt oil and slipping backwards (removing bollocks from crotchal region in the process) and landing on a sharp blade which cuts deep into the back of your ribs. As you're bleeding to death from two significant areas, you crawl pathetically across the floor to the door and a haggard stray dog runs in - and straight to the vice. You watch, wailing in pain as he chews the remains of what once was. Scarred both mentally and physically, and with limited time left before you bleed completely to death, you crawl out of the garage door and feel the heat of the blazing fire that's burning inches away from you - and moving fast. The roof quickly catches fire and as you feel the heat on your skin, you turn quickly to see the dog running towards you in frustration - and he goes straight for what's left of your gentalia. You try punching at it but this wolf like animal just snaps at your hands when you try. Part of the roof falls down onto your chest, trapping you; pinning you down on the floor. With the dog biting away frantically at the bloody flesh - as if starved for weeks or months - you lie there in immense pain (the likes of which cannot be imagined) and start yelling in terror as the fire reaches your wounded rib.. The cranberry sauce was very red that day. Oh yes. Very red was the cranberry sauce.
egad, that sound terrible. And here I was afraid of being a vegetable, stuck in a hospital somewhere, unable to move.
