#he aint seeing those pearly gates

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TWOMAD DIED

[quartarcade]

Crazy shit my friends have said but as inbox starters part 2

Part one. you are allowed to adjust these in whatever deems appropriate to your muse!

"I'm psychically passing on my brain hemorrhage onto you."

"You're at a ten I need you to being it down to a three."

"You deserve everything I send to you."

"You will die in six seconds, and I forgot how to count."

"God gave him his last breath and right now he's holding it."

"Burn in the bowels of hell like the shit you couldn't take on this day."

"Start chucking buckets, buddy."

"I'm playing 3d chess while you're out here playing baby checkers, stop eating the pieces, dumbass!"

"I hope you're in a gaming mood because you're about to speedrun the rest of your fucking life."

"Change the card color one more time and I'm changing your birth certificates date to never."

"May your fate not be the same as Icarus, you waxed-winged bitch."

"Why are there potatoes on the floor?"

"I've had just about enough of your crusty ass in my realm!"

"THAT WAS SO CHEAP IT AINT EVEN ON THE DISCOUNT RACKET. THEY'RE GIVIN IT OUT FOR FREE."

"I'm proud of my feet, they brought me to a lot of places."

"Sorry, the demons came out."

"Those nuggies are mine and that clown's a wash."

"It's not gay, it's tactical bro."

"You've stolen from my people! You've poisoned my crops!"

"I wouldn't be in your shoes, we wear different pairs of shoes."

"Your ass would have been grass and they would have mowed it."

"I'm gonna get so close to his face he's gonna see the whites of my eyes before he sees the whites of the pearly gates."

"Rome wasn't built in a day, but this ass-beating will!"

“My knees! God broke them to nerf me!”

"These arrows can tell me where to go, but only god can tell me how close hell is!"

"I took a ton of Demerol and I thought I became religious."

"She's/He's/They're dying and my lean is mixed. Let's get to work."

"I don't care what you look like so long as you look like you've met god."

"I've inserted a cow with sunglasses and now time is unstable!"

"You can't prove I lost if I'm dead."

"Instead of frozen, its colden. It was really hard breaking it together."

" I hate to tell you this, [name], but Papa John is real and He Can Hurt You."

"Everyone knows the C in Chess stands for Cuck."

"You don't know what that pufferfish did."

"I like my men lean and mean.. and preferably a machine."

"I GOTTA SHOOT BACK TO CHRISTMAS."

"If they are the 1% they're gonna get 100% of these hands."

"Waste my time once more, Petty Man."

"FUCK YOU YOU WANNA TEST GOD? I WANNA TEST CHILLI'S!"

"Everybody knows that the perfect gamer cup is a red solo cup that has a bite taken out of it."

"I did kill myself once and won."

"Someone's fucking corpse just flung into me and reversed the polarity, the alignment, and the religious affiliation of my knees."

"I gotta go mow my drive thru."

"Does his mom love him? I sure hope so."

"Who knows? The power of fish is endless."

"I'm gonna dox you so I can beat your ass publicly".

"Because I saw the future, and you're not in it."

"Want me to cancel your heartbeat? There you go!"

"We got no time to fuck around, only to find out."

"What's stupid is thinking you need permission to ask questions."

[the-cat-and-her-spider]

1-800-273-8255 Logic 11/23/17

Authors note: Don’t read if you’re triggered by suicide. Thank you

1-800-273-8255 Logic Third Person POV:

      The rain starts to pour as two people enter their homes. One is smiling while carrying a bag containing their future inside. The other is pacing back and forth, wondering when the letter will be opened. The seconds tick by as his feet drag across the floor. His palms dripping with sweat as he considers what he’s about to do. He ignores his camera and equipment for work and passes by photographs of them without a second glance. Because he knows if he does, he’ll stop.  Defeated he collapses onto his bed with his arm draped across his eyes. One last time he weighs the pros and cons.       He starts with the pros. The over whelming feeling of unworthiness would disappear. He’d be with his best friend again and family that he missed. He’d be a guardian angel to the one person he was leaving behind. Finally, all of his inner demons would cease and desist their attack on his heart. He’d be free of their dark clutches for the first time in 25 years.  A small smile graced his lips at that thought.       The cons suddenly weren’t as important anymore. He only had one thought on his mind, being free. With a sudden burst of energy he jumped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. His feet went numb slightly as they came in contact with the coolness of the tile floors, but he didn’t notice. Confident hands opened his medicine cabinet. A row of bottles suddenly stared back at him. Each quietly taunting him, almost as if they had voices of their own. He grabs the first two that he sees. One is a simple bottle of sleeping pills. The other is leftover narcotics from a previous ER visit. He doesn’t remember the milligrams’ exactly. Due to his father’s past with pills he never wanted to touch the stuff. But right now, when all he wants is to sleep pain free, this seems perfect. He grabs a couple beers from the kitchen before heading back to the bedroom. Still not sparing a glance at the pictures of him and his girl on the walls.       Once he’s back in the sanctuary of his room. He pops open one beer and downs two pills from each bottle. His feet slowly carried him over to his stereo, that one song just begging to be played. Something he had heard on the radio weeks ago and the minute the lyrics touched his soul, he knew.  With a flick of his wrist, soft beats start to echo throughout his dark room. The rain outside completing the mood.   “I’ve been on the low I been taking my time. I feel like I’m outta my mind. It feel like my life aint mine. Who can relate?” He smiles again at the lyrics. Small sparks of his soul come alive as he pops two more pills from each bottle into his mouth. The voices that were once roaring inside of him are starting to dim. Slowly he sits back against his headrest. Ice cold wood does absolutely nothing to dull the flames within his skin. He closes his eyes as he tries to absorb all of the lyrics once more.   “All this other shit I’m talkin’ ‘bout they think they know it. I’ve been praying for somebody to save me no one’s heroic. And my life don’t even matter I know it I know it. I know I’m hurting deep down but can’t show it.” One beer and half of both pill bottles are gone when he decides to slide down his bed. His body getting heavier as the medicine takes effect. A slight panic suddenly races through his mind as he realizes that help won’t come. His love probably won’t find the letter he left in time to save him. His body tries to fight the medicine while his mind has accepted what is about to happen. With what little bit of energy he has left, he puts three of each pill into his mouth. Drowning them with his second beer, he closes his eyes for the last time. His final thoughts are of her, and of everything they could’ve done together. The bottles fall onto the floor as his pale hand dangles off the side of the bed. Neighbors don’t suspect a thing as they go to bed that night. His song slowly lulling them to sleep as the lyrics scream out what he couldn’t.   “I never had a place to call my own. I never had a home, ain’t nobody callin my phone. Where you been? Where you at? What’s on your mind? They say every life precious but nobody care about mine.”  Meanwhile, she’s making her bed with a smile on her face. She spent the night making his favorite desert to celebrate their future. None the wiser to the pain she was about to endure. She walks into her bathroom with her robe wrapped securely around her. Hiding the surprise she planned on telling him tomorrow. Before she steps into her shower, she notices an envelope taped to the door of her medicine cabinet. She recognizes his handwriting and starts to get butterflies, thinking he left her a love letter. She grabs it and carefully opens it. Inside are three pieces of paper and a pouch. She opens the first piece of paper and smiles. It’s a black and white picture of their first kiss. When he had taken her to her favorite movie and then asked if she could be his muse. She thought it was cute, given his talent and passion for photography. As soon as the word yes had left her lips, his mouth was on hers, followed by a flash that blinded her eyes. Which of course they laughed about afterwards before walking back to the car hand in hand. She shook her head after reminiscing and opened the next page. It was a letter like she thought, just not with the ending she expected.   “My Sweet Babygirl         First let me tell you how much I love you. How I’ve loved you with all of my heart since the day that we met. How I loved watching your eyes sparkled when you were excited about something. Or when I let you have too much sugar. It was so cute to watch you get all hyper, made it extremely hard not to give you sugary things. From the moment you shook my hand and I felt that electric spark, I knew. You were the one meant for me. And I made a vow while we were watching that movie that I’d marry you someday. I completely meant to keep that vow. “She stopped their for a moment. Her breath getting caught in her throat as she read the word meant over and over again. A sudden feeling of dread filled her heart. Silently she prayed this wasn’t what she thought it was and kept reading.      “I was planning on taking you to New York. You always said you wanted to go there. And the thought of taking your picture and capturing every sparkle in those gorgeous eyes makes me want to take you now. But I know by the time you’re reading this…it won’t be possible. “She stops there again and grabs her phone. Tapping just one button, she rings the number she knew by heart. Only to be disappointed when his voicemail picks up. She hangs up and tries again as she continue reading. Tears of dread cascading down her face.      “I’m sorry my darling girl. I have failed you. I told you once that I couldn’t live without you and I meant that. If you were to perish Elena, my love, I know I wouldn’t be able to go on. But you, my brave girl, you can. You are the light of my life. My reason for being and I know without a doubt that if you were to come bursting through my door right now, my plan wouldn’t work. But like I said, I have failed you. I tried to fight my demons. I tried to push back this feeling of unworthiness and self-loathing. I’ve tried so hard to be happy. I have every reason to be I mean, I have you. I have my dream job. But for some reason that isn’t enough. And I’m just sorry that I couldn’t be more than what I am. I’m sorry for being so weak. Know that by the time you read this, I’ll be looking down on you from those pearly gates or from the fiery deaths of hell. Wherever the lord decides to send a sinner like myself. Know that I will always love you and I want you to find someone who will love you as fiercely as I once did. Know that when the time is right we’ll meet again. When you’re old and grey, I’ll be right by your bedside as you take your last. Know that you were a part of my thoughts as I take mine. And know that you have a small piece of me with you, I knew all along. Don’t even think that you or our child is to blame. This is all my doing. Please take care of each other. I love you Elena, Love Your Babe.” She drops that second page the minute the last words leave her lips. Grabbing her keys, she dashes out of her apartment heading straight for his. She calls for help along the way, one hand on the wheel while the other rest on her stomach. The feeling of dread and unrest never go away.       When she finally reaches his complex, parking comes easily for once. Silently she sobs and laughs as she remembers when he complained about her driving. Saying that it took her forever and a day to park when all he had to do was two little turns. Racing to the elevator, she jams her hand onto the button. Counting each second in her head and tapping her foot impatiently. Wondering for a brief moment when the police were going to show up and why they weren’t already called. The air is deathly still outside of his apartment. She can tell right away that something isn’t right. For one thing, his door is unlocked. This is something he wouldn’t have done unless he wanted her to come find him. He always chastised her for not locking the door when she was the last to enter a room, the second was the music, this was the song she told him not to play knowing that it would trigger him. She had stood by him through his depression, knew exactly what set him off and how to avoid it. If it could be, she knew herself that somethings just couldn’t be avoided or over looked. She throws open the door and runs towards the music. But as she enters the room, the very site of him brings her to her knees. Sobs wreck through her body as she looks around at the empty alcohol and pill bottles. What he thought was just two beers turned into what look liked eight or ten. And the two bottles of pills were actually five. Barely anything was left in any of them. Her hands numbly dial nine one one again as the tears continue to fall. Her body reacts as if on autopilot while her mind is still processing the scene before her. She screams at the dispatcher while her hands start compressions on his chest. She was uncomfortable with how cold his body was. And how pools of blood had settled in different sections. After fifteen minutes, the paramedics showed up and took over. She stood by with her cold hand against her chest. Her own heart racing while she prayed for a miracle. But subconsciously she knew, this was goodbye. Not even ten minutes later she heard them call time of death and she just fell. Her body and mind no longer able to keep up. The last thing she heard that night were the lyrics she never bothered to listen to before.   “Pain don’t hurt the same I know. The lane I travel feels alone. But I’m moving til my legs give out. And I see my tears melt in the snow. But I don’t wanna cry, I don’t wanna cry anymore. I wanna feel alive. I don’t even wanna die anymore. Oh I don’t wanna.”

The end

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[nickihstn-blog-blog]

1-800-273-8255 Logic 11/23/17

Author’s Note: Don’t read if you’re triggered by suicide. Thanks. 

1-800-273-8255 Logic Third Person POV:

      The rain starts to pour as two people enter their homes. One is smiling while carrying a bag containing their future inside. The other is pacing back and forth, wondering when the letter will be opened. The seconds tick by as his feet drag across the floor. His palms dripping with sweat as he considers what he’s about to do. He ignores his camera and equipment for work and passes by photographs of them without a second glance. Because he knows if he does, he’ll stop.  Defeated he collapses onto his bed with his arm draped across his eyes. One last time he weighs the pros and cons.       He starts with the pros. The over whelming feeling of unworthiness would disappear. He’d be with his best friend again and family that he missed. He’d be a guardian angel to the one person he was leaving behind. Finally, all of his inner demons would cease and desist their attack on his heart. He’d be free of their dark clutches for the first time in 25 years.  A small smile graced his lips at that thought.       The cons suddenly weren’t as important anymore. He only had one thought on his mind, being free. With a sudden burst of energy he jumped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. His feet went numb slightly as they came in contact with the coolness of the tile floors, but he didn’t notice. Confident hands opened his medicine cabinet. A row of bottles suddenly stared back at him. Each quietly taunting him, almost as if they had voices of their own. He grabs the first two that he sees. One is a simple bottle of sleeping pills. The other is leftover narcotics from a previous ER visit. He doesn’t remember the milligrams’ exactly. Due to his father’s past with pills he never wanted to touch the stuff. But right now, when all he wants is to sleep pain free, this seems perfect. He grabs a couple beers from the kitchen before heading back to the bedroom. Still not sparing a glance at the pictures of him and his girl on the walls.       Once he’s back in the sanctuary of his room. He pops open one beer and downs two pills from each bottle. His feet slowly carried him over to his stereo, that one song just begging to be played. Something he had heard on the radio weeks ago and the minute the lyrics touched his soul, he knew.  With a flick of his wrist, soft beats start to echo throughout his dark room. The rain outside completing the mood.   “I’ve been on the low I been taking my time. I feel like I’m outta my mind. It feel like my life aint mine. Who can relate?” He smiles again at the lyrics. Small sparks of his soul come alive as he pops two more pills from each bottle into his mouth. The voices that were once roaring inside of him are starting to dim. Slowly he sits back against his headrest. Ice cold wood does absolutely nothing to dull the flames within his skin. He closes his eyes as he tries to absorb all of the lyrics once more.   “All this other shit I’m talkin’ ‘bout they think they know it. I’ve been praying for somebody to save me no one’s heroic. And my life don’t even matter I know it I know it. I know I’m hurting deep down but can’t show it.” One beer and half of both pill bottles are gone when he decides to slide down his bed. His body getting heavier as the medicine takes effect. A slight panic suddenly races through his mind as he realizes that help won’t come. His love probably won’t find the letter he left in time to save him. His body tries to fight the medicine while his mind has accepted what is about to happen. With what little bit of energy he has left, he puts three of each pill into his mouth. Drowning them with his second beer, he closes his eyes for the last time. His final thoughts are of her, and of everything they could’ve done together. The bottles fall onto the floor as his pale hand dangles off the side of the bed. Neighbors don’t suspect a thing as they go to bed that night. His song slowly lulling them to sleep as the lyrics scream out what he couldn’t.   “I never had a place to call my own. I never had a home, ain’t nobody callin my phone. Where you been? Where you at? What’s on your mind? They say every life precious but nobody care about mine.”  Meanwhile, she’s making her bed with a smile on her face. She spent the night making his favorite desert to celebrate their future. None the wiser to the pain she was about to endure. She walks into her bathroom with her robe wrapped securely around her. Hiding the surprise she planned on telling him tomorrow. Before she steps into her shower, she notices an envelope taped to the door of her medicine cabinet. She recognizes his handwriting and starts to get butterflies, thinking he left her a love letter. She grabs it and carefully opens it. Inside are three pieces of paper and a pouch. She opens the first piece of paper and smiles. It’s a black and white picture of their first kiss. When he had taken her to her favorite movie and then asked if she could be his muse. She thought it was cute, given his talent and passion for photography. As soon as the word yes had left her lips, his mouth was on hers, followed by a flash that blinded her eyes. Which of course they laughed about afterwards before walking back to the car hand in hand. She shook her head after reminiscing and opened the next page. It was a letter like she thought, just not with the ending she expected.   “My Sweet Babygirl         First let me tell you how much I love you. How I’ve loved you with all of my heart since the day that we met. How I loved watching your eyes sparkled when you were excited about something. Or when I let you have too much sugar. It was so cute to watch you get all hyper, made it extremely hard not to give you sugary things. From the moment you shook my hand and I felt that electric spark, I knew. You were the one meant for me. And I made a vow while we were watching that movie that I’d marry you someday. I completely meant to keep that vow. “She stopped their for a moment. Her breath getting caught in her throat as she read the word meant over and over again. A sudden feeling of dread filled her heart. Silently she prayed this wasn’t what she thought it was and kept reading.      “I was planning on taking you to New York. You always said you wanted to go there. And the thought of taking your picture and capturing every sparkle in those gorgeous eyes makes me want to take you now. But I know by the time you’re reading this…it won’t be possible. “She stops there again and grabs her phone. Tapping just one button, she rings the number she knew by heart. Only to be disappointed when his voicemail picks up. She hangs up and tries again as she continue reading. Tears of dread cascading down her face.      “I’m sorry my darling girl. I have failed you. I told you once that I couldn’t live without you and I meant that. If you were to perish Elena, my love, I know I wouldn’t be able to go on. But you, my brave girl, you can. You are the light of my life. My reason for being and I know without a doubt that if you were to come bursting through my door right now, my plan wouldn’t work. But like I said, I have failed you. I tried to fight my demons. I tried to push back this feeling of unworthiness and self-loathing. I’ve tried so hard to be happy. I have every reason to be I mean, I have you. I have my dream job. But for some reason that isn’t enough. And I’m just sorry that I couldn’t be more than what I am. I’m sorry for being so weak. Know that by the time you read this, I’ll be looking down on you from those pearly gates or from the fiery deaths of hell. Wherever the lord decides to send a sinner like myself. Know that I will always love you and I want you to find someone who will love you as fiercely as I once did. Know that when the time is right we’ll meet again. When you’re old and grey, I’ll be right by your bedside as you take your last. Know that you were a part of my thoughts as I take mine. And know that you have a small piece of me with you, I knew all along. Don’t even think that you or our child is to blame. This is all my doing. Please take care of each other. I love you Elena, Love Your Babe.” She drops that second page the minute the last words leave her lips. Grabbing her keys, she dashes out of her apartment heading straight for his. She calls for help along the way, one hand on the wheel while the other rest on her stomach. The feeling of dread and unrest never go away.       When she finally reaches his complex, parking comes easily for once. Silently she sobs and laughs as she remembers when he complained about her driving. Saying that it took her forever and a day to park when all he had to do was two little turns. Racing to the elevator, she jams her hand onto the button. Counting each second in her head and tapping her foot impatiently. Wondering for a brief moment when the police were going to show up and why they weren’t already called. The air is deathly still outside of his apartment. She can tell right away that something isn’t right. For one thing, his door is unlocked. This is something he wouldn’t have done unless he wanted her to come find him. He always chastised her for not locking the door when she was the last to enter a room, the second was the music, this was the song she told him not to play knowing that it would trigger him. She had stood by him through his depression, knew exactly what set him off and how to avoid it. If it could be, she knew herself that somethings just couldn’t be avoided or over looked. She throws open the door and runs towards the music. But as she enters the room, the very site of him brings her to her knees. Sobs wreck through her body as she looks around at the empty alcohol and pill bottles. What he thought was just two beers turned into what look liked eight or ten. And the two bottles of pills were actually five. Barely anything was left in any of them. Her hands numbly dial nine one one again as the tears continue to fall. Her body reacts as if on autopilot while her mind is still processing the scene before her. She screams at the dispatcher while her hands start compressions on his chest. She was uncomfortable with how cold his body was. And how pools of blood had settled in different sections. After fifteen minutes, the paramedics showed up and took over. She stood by with her cold hand against her chest. Her own heart racing while she prayed for a miracle. But subconsciously she knew, this was goodbye. Not even ten minutes later she heard them call time of death and she just fell. Her body and mind no longer able to keep up. The last thing she heard that night were the lyrics she never bothered to listen to before.   “Pain don’t hurt the same I know. The lane I travel feels alone. But I’m moving til my legs give out. And I see my tears melt in the snow. But I don’t wanna cry, I don’t wanna cry anymore. I wanna feel alive. I don’t even wanna die anymore. Oh I don’t wanna.”

The end

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