Humans can not decide to be born.
Every human born in this world, is born in hell. Yes. This is hell, we are living hell. A hell where human feelings become the torment of everyday. People let their feeling manage their daily life and when these feelings become fear, anger, frustration... then life becomes hell.
So, if we are born in this hell, why do we have to keep on living ? because the society tells us so. Everyone tells us, life is good, we have to live. There are even this "religions" and other beliefs that people follow, who celebrate life.
everything is Bullshit. Human Life is very hard to live, and we are in this hell cursed to keep it up for some very little short periods of happynes. Everyone wants to die, but they are all pussies and dont commit suicide. But suicide is also lame. It means u are a fuckin lame ass pussy fag that cant handle this hell. Hey, if people want to die, why don't let them die?
why don't create a group who supports life's ending? A personal petition so people can end his life whenever they want. It sound stupid, cause when someone wants to die they jump from a tall building or shoot themselves with a gun. But what i mean is giving these people a chance t have a peaceful death, a legal death. We cant choose to be born, but we could choose when to die and in what way (well in any peaceful and not messy death)(jumping from a tall building is messy and not cool for the other people watching)(maybe for some sick people it'll be OK, but not everyone would like to see a gored body). So people can die peacefully at home , (with some kind of poison or drug).
There are many great thing in this world, but these things are not for everyone.
If people are sick of living, but don't have the balls to commit suicide or they are aware of the lameness of suicide, they could have a hand in dying in a peaceful way and end this hell.
death its not a curse its a relieve. They are enough people in this world, so if someone's life sucks ass and want to die, give them the opportunity to die.
martes, 20 de julio de 2010
domingo, 22 de marzo de 2009
True Horror
diary of a cleric from Charleston
On Thursday, April 5, 1750, I went to see a most deplorable object of a child, born the night before of one Mary Evans in 'Chas'town. It was surprising to all who beheld it, and I scarcely know how to describe it. The skin was dry and hard and seemed to be cracked in many places, somewhat resembling the scales of a fish. The mouth was large and round and open. It had no external nose, but two holes where the nose should have been. The eyes appeared to be lumps of coagulated blood, turned out, about the bigness of a plum, ghastly to behold. It had no external ears, but holes where the ears should be. The hands and feet appeared to be swollen, were cramped up and felt quite hard. The back part of the head was much open. It made a strange kind of noise, very low, which I cannot describe. It lived about forty-eight hours and was alive when I saw it.
On Thursday, April 5, 1750, I went to see a most deplorable object of a child, born the night before of one Mary Evans in 'Chas'town. It was surprising to all who beheld it, and I scarcely know how to describe it. The skin was dry and hard and seemed to be cracked in many places, somewhat resembling the scales of a fish. The mouth was large and round and open. It had no external nose, but two holes where the nose should have been. The eyes appeared to be lumps of coagulated blood, turned out, about the bigness of a plum, ghastly to behold. It had no external ears, but holes where the ears should be. The hands and feet appeared to be swollen, were cramped up and felt quite hard. The back part of the head was much open. It made a strange kind of noise, very low, which I cannot describe. It lived about forty-eight hours and was alive when I saw it.
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