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 Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 6:35 pm
hehehehe1028 shadow6978 vampiric_faery shadow6978 hehehehe1028 lol they can still trace the gloves.... why didnt you call 911? wait... only 911 if your in the US... umm... the cops or paramedics or w/e 911 works here in canada also, lol
plus their already burnt(the gloves)
I'm not sure if I'll go there again, kinda fun, but you could just hear footsteps upstairs which is freaky because nobody ever goes in there(well not anyone normal lol)
I might go check if there is still somethings I might want tho sweatdrop tip: don't go back again lol it wouldnt be a good ide a tho.... it would go along with the concept of that the criminal always comes back to the crime scene... 3nodding
besides i've been there 4 times now xd
its still there, but smells really gross sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 7:55 pm
shadow6978 hehehehe1028 shadow6978 vampiric_faery shadow6978 hehehehe1028 lol they can still trace the gloves.... why didnt you call 911? wait... only 911 if your in the US... umm... the cops or paramedics or w/e 911 works here in canada also, lol
plus their already burnt(the gloves)
I'm not sure if I'll go there again, kinda fun, but you could just hear footsteps upstairs which is freaky because nobody ever goes in there(well not anyone normal lol)
I might go check if there is still somethings I might want tho sweatdrop tip: don't go back again lol it wouldnt be a good ide a tho.... it would go along with the concept of that the criminal always comes back to the crime scene... 3nodding
besides i've been there 4 times now xd
its still there, but smells really gross sweatdrop ok... that is sort of a given... lol but really, why don't you call someone to get rid of the body?
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 2:29 pm
AnitaBriski ::Room:: Dark.
Red candles all around the bed.
Loud music.
Most preferably something like From First To Last or Placebo as loud as my radio can get.
Our darkest and saddest poems all over the floor and walls.
Drawings of bloody suicide and murder scenes mixed in with the poetry.
Smell of lavender in the air.
One wall will be empty of paper, with our suicide notes written upon it in our own blood.
::Bodies::
Red dress with black lace underneath and polka dots.
Bright red lipstick.
Extremely heavy eyeliner.
Excessive deep blood red eyeshadow.
Deep red blush concentrated in small circles on each cheek like a rag doll.
The words "Now does he notice me?" etched into my arm.
Red stillettos.
Black nail polish.
A calm expressions on our faces.
Tattered black fishnet stalkings.
My best friend beside me, in contrasting attire.::Method:: All the meds we can find.
We will take them nonstop until we feel faint or run out.
The blood will flow from our veins.
Weakening us by the second.::More:: Nice and peaceful.
We lay down on the bed and wait for the end.
We will each recite our suicide notes, written in poem form., over and over aloud until we cannot breath.
My dad will come up the stairs ready tell me to turn down the radio.
He will find the bodies and freak out.
He'll probably be too high to call 911 right away.
Giving time for the meds to do their job.
And insure our death.
When I feel like I'm just about to go, I will push play and calmly lie down.
Hand in hand we shall pass.
Together forever.
The whole best friends thing.
Together untilbeyond death.
Because after that we will spend eternity as Sergio's pet Zombies.
So yeah...I think it is very sincere. How about you???
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 2:42 pm
I have to say i would do it a kind of painless way... that way there would be no wussing out cuz of the pain thing... not that it's the right thing to do, kill yourself because life isn't going the way you want it...
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 3:05 pm
AnitaBriski ::Room:: Dark.
Red candles all around the bed.
Loud music.
Most preferably something like From First To Last or Placebo as loud as my radio can get.
Our darkest and saddest poems all over the floor and walls.
Drawings of bloody suicide and murder scenes mixed in with the poetry.
Smell of lavender in the air.
One wall will be empty of paper, with our suicide notes written upon it in our own blood.
::Bodies::
Red dress with black lace underneath and polka dots.
Bright red lipstick.
Extremely heavy eyeliner.
Excessive deep blood red eyeshadow.
Deep red blush concentrated in small circles on each cheek like a rag doll.
The words "Now does he notice me?" etched into my arm.
Red stillettos.
Black nail polish.
A calm expressions on our faces.
Tattered black fishnet stalkings.
My best friend beside me, in contrasting attire.::Method:: All the meds we can find.
We will take them nonstop until we feel faint or run out.
The blood will flow from our veins.
Weakening us by the second.::More:: Nice and peaceful.
We lay down on the bed and wait for the end.
We will each recite our suicide notes, written in poem form., over and over aloud until we cannot breath.
My dad will come up the stairs ready tell me to turn down the radio.
He will find the bodies and freak out.
He'll probably be too high to call 911 right away.
Giving time for the meds to do their job.
And insure our death.
When I feel like I'm just about to go, I will push play and calmly lie down.
Hand in hand we shall pass.
Together forever.quit uniequ i like it....
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 4:12 pm
I thought about drinking bleach and other household cleaning products when I was younger.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 6:04 pm
caduto angelo AnitaBriski ::Room:: Dark.
Red candles all around the bed.
Loud music.
Most preferably something like From First To Last or Placebo as loud as my radio can get.
Our darkest and saddest poems all over the floor and walls.
Drawings of bloody suicide and murder scenes mixed in with the poetry.
Smell of lavender in the air.
One wall will be empty of paper, with our suicide notes written upon it in our own blood.
::Bodies::
Red dress with black lace underneath and polka dots.
Bright red lipstick.
Extremely heavy eyeliner.
Excessive deep blood red eyeshadow.
Deep red blush concentrated in small circles on each cheek like a rag doll.
The words "Now does he notice me?" etched into my arm.
Red stillettos.
Black nail polish.
A calm expressions on our faces.
Tattered black fishnet stalkings.
My best friend beside me, in contrasting attire.::Method:: All the meds we can find.
We will take them nonstop until we feel faint or run out.
The blood will flow from our veins.
Weakening us by the second.::More:: Nice and peaceful.
We lay down on the bed and wait for the end.
We will each recite our suicide notes, written in poem form., over and over aloud until we cannot breath.
My dad will come up the stairs ready tell me to turn down the radio.
He will find the bodies and freak out.
He'll probably be too high to call 911 right away.
Giving time for the meds to do their job.
And insure our death.
When I feel like I'm just about to go, I will push play and calmly lie down.
Hand in hand we shall pass.
Together forever.quit uniequ i like it....
It's kinda derives (a TINY BIT) from ideas I have heard. But I kinda put my twist on it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 6:28 pm
AnitaBriski caduto angelo AnitaBriski ::Room:: Dark.
Red candles all around the bed.
Loud music.
Most preferably something like From First To Last or Placebo as loud as my radio can get.
Our darkest and saddest poems all over the floor and walls.
Drawings of bloody suicide and murder scenes mixed in with the poetry.
Smell of lavender in the air.
One wall will be empty of paper, with our suicide notes written upon it in our own blood.
::Bodies::
Red dress with black lace underneath and polka dots.
Bright red lipstick.
Extremely heavy eyeliner.
Excessive deep blood red eyeshadow.
Deep red blush concentrated in small circles on each cheek like a rag doll.
The words "Now does he notice me?" etched into my arm.
Red stillettos.
Black nail polish.
A calm expressions on our faces.
Tattered black fishnet stalkings.
My best friend beside me, in contrasting attire.::Method:: All the meds we can find.
We will take them nonstop until we feel faint or run out.
The blood will flow from our veins.
Weakening us by the second.::More:: Nice and peaceful.
We lay down on the bed and wait for the end.
We will each recite our suicide notes, written in poem form., over and over aloud until we cannot breath.
My dad will come up the stairs ready tell me to turn down the radio.
He will find the bodies and freak out.
He'll probably be too high to call 911 right away.
Giving time for the meds to do their job.
And insure our death.
When I feel like I'm just about to go, I will push play and calmly lie down.
Hand in hand we shall pass.
Together forever.quit uniequ i like it....
It's kinda derives (a TINY BIT) from ideas I have heard. But I kinda put my twist on it.that's how most people figure out what they're gonna do....
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 9:08 pm
Yeah.
That's my one bit of normality. :]
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 10:32 pm
hehehehe1028 shadow6978 hehehehe1028 shadow6978 I dont know, it might be fun lol it wouldnt be a good ide a tho.... it would go along with the concept of that the criminal always comes back to the crime scene... 3nodding
besides i've been there 4 times now xd
its still there, but smells really gross sweatdrop ok... that is sort of a given... lol but really, why don't you call someone to get rid of the body? dont really feel like it lol
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little_evil_goth Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 10:35 pm
AnitaBriski Yeah.
That's my one bit of normality. :]
i gotta agree that that suicide is quite poetic itself, without the ryhming but you know what i mean.
i'll go out on top and in a blood bath taking the rest of the wolrd with me. who knows? honestly if i decided to suicide i would go with my emotion of the time.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 10:52 pm
shadow6978 hehehehe1028 shadow6978 hehehehe1028 shadow6978 I dont know, it might be fun lol it wouldnt be a good ide a tho.... it would go along with the concept of that the criminal always comes back to the crime scene... 3nodding
besides i've been there 4 times now xd
its still there, but smells really gross sweatdrop ok... that is sort of a given... lol but really, why don't you call someone to get rid of the body? dont really feel like it lol but... then it wouldnt smell so bad... sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 9:06 am
First, I'd wait for my family to be gone. Then, I'd fill my room with roses that grow around my house (I'd have cleaned it before hand) and dress in my favorite clothes. I'd leave a note for them to read, letting them know how I felt. The final step would be to take my mother's sleeping pills and overdose on them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 9:35 am
I would try to Train Cerberus to play fetch. (Now that’s a way to go XD)
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 4:36 pm
little_evil_goth AnitaBriski Yeah.
That's my one bit of normality. :]
i gotta agree that that suicide is quite poetic itself, without the ryhming but you know what i mean.
i'll go out on top and in a blood bath taking the rest of the wolrd with me. who knows? honestly if i decided to suicide i would go with my emotion of the time.
My favorite part is the whole best friend thing.
Me and her are pretty much soul mates.
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