hah, we do have an emergency holy water kit stashed in this morbid wooden cross thing hanging in the guest room. hehe i guess that's in case anyone suddenly starts to die and we actually care enough to be like "quick! go get the emergency holy water!!"
i told my mom to take it down, she won't though. it creeps me out.
yeah i guess it could be nice to say all the things you have to say. i'd probably just be overcome with emotion though so i'd need more than an hour to know. a few months would be more like it.
I thought the deal with being Christian was that you should be constantly making confessions, so you've got no regrets when it's dying time. But then, that could get burdensome.
I'd least like to die by slitting my wrist with a plastic knife on a flight the night before American Thanksgiving. I tried to do exactly that (slit my wrist, not commit suicide) in 1999...I was supposed to be heading down to Florida, but my flight was delayed for three hours and I spent time in the airport's Legal Seafood, which, along with Bertucci's, has the best rolls of any chain restaurant in Boston. I brought some rolls and butter and a plastic knife onto the plane, and we were delayed again on the runway so I got so frustrated I got to work sawing away. I didn't actually want to break the skin, though. I'd also not like to kill myself over a bad haircut.
On Canadian Thanksgiving 2000, my friends and I got into a car accident in Vermont near the Quebec border. We were returning from Montreal, and my mother insists that I should never again go on a road trip on a Jewish holiday. I talked to my old camp friend that morning, and she was suffering through Yom Kippur and Thanksgiving the same day. I can't imagine living through a holiday where culture forced you to eat and religion prohibited you from doing so. It was also Columbus Day that day, of course, which meant I got to "celebrate" three holidays.
~Official fan of Canadian Bands that can be abbreviated to three letters~
<p>...Though I haven't heard anything by Matthew Good...
starseed_10 wrote:meh its not that, i'd just like to make a confession before i die.
but even i wasnt religious at all i think it would be cool to say goodbye to everyone and whatnot.
yeah people will hold out until they get their last rights, then they'll just let go. my great uncle Eulogio did that, he used to traffic moonshine during proabition. but like on his death bed he demanded a priest give him his last rights then he let out this deep breath and passed away. that's pretty crazy man, it's enough to make a non-believer a believer again.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
speaking of i need to go to confession....ehh i'll do it next year
"there is nothing because there are no words with wich to think any other way than regurgitating slogans and propaganda that has been served to you by the government. people become human soundtracks. it prevents self expression and without words to express individual thoughts what becomes of a person? they are nothing but an extention of human power"-Yvette S.
One day we went to kindergarten and they never let us out...
Hmmm, worst way to die, well here are a couple I thought of:
1) Boiled to Death 2) Crucifixtion 3) Torture 4) Drowning 5) Burned at the stake 6) Radiation Poisoning 7) Freezing to Death 8) Heart removed by a spoon 9) Being drawn and quartered 10) Suffocation
and finally
11) Buried Alive
"If I found a hot woman to have sex with me, so can you!"
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*^ The ashtray says, you were up all night When you went to bed, with your darkest mind Your pillow wept, and covered your eyes And you finally slept, while the sun caught fire ^*