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People comment on my author status on face book. I’m an author all right, ‘the mad author of anguish’ I am. This quote is from Sticky Fingaz of Onyx. This phrase from another one of their songs ran through my mind like a loop the other day: “Ahh, I hate your fuckin’ guts, and I hope that you die. Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie’, cause I’m havin’ a bad day, so stay out of my way…” How many of us relate to this on a crummy ass day, huh?

I won’t insert these Onyx videos because my friend who lived in the shittiest of neighborhoods with rampant gun fire and rats running riot said that the video scared her.

But I’ve got a lovely song to temper all that filthy rank. Le Clown reminded me of King Crimson in an earlier comment.

Here’s their “Fallen Angel” song. The fallen angel could be the Devil. Or it could be me in all my unchecked grandiosity – hahaha! When I was 19, I used to get pissy stinking drunk with my boyfriend. I would cry lugubriously and this song might be my background music while I mused over being oh so lonely and oh so misunderstood – bahahahaha!

This is my very first blog post! Aside from my facebook friends, I don’t think anyone else really saw it… It’s a great idea, I think. It’s where I got the idea for the name of my blog.

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Once this has been totally legalized, these would be a great idea. The mobiles could be painted in bright designs, to take the stigma out of euthanasia – inside the mobile could be a party atmosphere. We could have some with pictures of beautiful women and men surrounded by clouds, hands out, beckoning, calling those thinking of suicide to ‘come, come’, ‘you can do it. I did!’ The truck could have a theme too, like an ice cream truck. It’d be rolling down the street playing Blue Oyster Cult’s ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’. The slogan would be ‘Come, let’s just put you out of all of that ‘ol misery.’

You see my biggest fear is that I’d shoot myself in the head, miss the important artery and wind up being a vegetable. Or I’d hang myself, the rope breaks right where my brain’s been starved to the point of…

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