Dear World,

    Ah! No better way to write a suicide letter than listening to "On The Nature Of Daylight" and enjoying some chips and salsa.
    I thought this day would come sooner, but alas, 'tis not the time to be sentimental.
However, I will miss the music in the air and the sweet scents of pastures and river pine-needles. The world was once a better place for me, but every great thing must wither up and die. I lack the motivation to be poetic so I'll get down to it:

Will:
~All my money goes to Hoh (I've owed him over the years)
~Arina will get my ratties
~My Cannabis will be given to Trvor and Gleaon (To be disposed of, of course!)
~Bal shall inherit my room
~Dom shall inherit my guitars
~Please take care of Aiana, she'll need the most love and support

^^^That's probably good enough

Well I'm sad now. This is the real me. This is my only honest writing. It feels so good to be free.

So Fucking good!


What I have learned in my short pathetic life:
~All you need is love
~Lying isn't a thing
~Jesus doesn't give a shit
~Society is a sick fuck
~Music is alive



Goodbye Now.

Sleep tight, and don't let the

Priests Bite!

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I'll work out tomorrow... or the next day...

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Even Death Won't Stop Us Now

How To Die With No Regrets:


1. Don't wrong anyone
2. Don't kill anyone
3. Don't steal from anyone
4. Don't cheat on anyone
5. Don't give up on anyone

Notice that all of these steps
Have to do with other people.

That is the key!

Live through other people,
help them,
love them,
be there for them,

That is the ONLY way to go
to the grave with no regrets.

Blackout

This Is Me Trying To Write The Best Poem I Can

The most romantic line I've ever written:

I wish you could see the statues I've built in my mind for you!
You only see the scaffolding.

I tried to write a song so pretty, you had to be mine. Instead, you see the Treble Clef that I carved into my left wrist.

The lines, they come and go. Some are gold and some are coal. But you HAVE to know!
I want to tell you that you can change the world! Because you've changed my whole world.

Six months ago, I sat here cold and alone, just waiting for the rain to give me a fresh start. And you stole my heart.

If you won't see how incredible you are, if you only see that you're a thief, if you can only see that you stole my heart! How you got past the guards, and alligators in the moat. How you managed to avoid the security cameras and climb the barbed wire fences. That's incredible!

You refuse to see your beauty in the mirror. But that doesn't mean you can't see the joy in me Right Here!

This poem is not about me, it's about you!

You see, the most honest poetry I produce is the worst. Because when I'm honest. I sit at the computer and type lines that don't mean a thing. Mean a thing.  You make me wanna Sing!

On the nature of daylight is where I'm at!






I'm sad because the plants that grow in the cracks of the sidewalks get poisoned.
I'm sad because nobody really changes.

I'm happy because you are alive.
I'm happy because you are what's keeping me alive inside.

My heart goes out and you pump me up.

Is this a suicide note?

No.
I'm just being honest.

My thoughts are not intact. I have to act. On my actions. They're present. They take control.

I'm young!
But while a voice
Within me cries
I'm sure some one may answer my call.

And this bitter earth
May not be so bitter after all.

I just don't want my life to be like the dust that hides the glow of a rose.

Translated By Google Translator

The brother of Jared played too much Minecraft.

Ghandi smoked too much weed.

Muhammad tripped on shrooms.

“You simply have to turn your back on a culture that has gone sterile and dead and get with the program of a living world and the imagination.”
– Terence McKenna