How do you plan to kill yourself?

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Given the assumption that 'all' artistic types are pathetic, emotionally inadequate potential suicides, this thread was started to help those confused sorts who want to go but don't know how.


Should I ever be diagnosed with something terminal and nasty, I'm buying some aluminum spars, some metallic mylar and a quarter mile of fine copper wire. I'll build a kite and head for New Mexico or Arizona in August. When the wind picks up and the clouds darken, I'll send it up. "Hey God, come and get me!" Talk about going out with a bang . . . :D
 
Given the assumption that 'all' artistic types are pathetic, emotionally inadequate potential suicides, this thread was started to help those confused sorts who want to go but don't know how.


Should I ever be diagnosed with something terminal and nasty, I'm buying some aluminum spars, some metallic mylar and a quarter mile of fine copper wire. I'll build a kite and head for New Mexico or Arizona in August. When the wind picks up and the clouds darken, I'll send it up. "Hey God, come and get me!" Talk about going out with a bang . . . :D

Very creative. :D

As I mentioned I want to go out in a blaze of glory.

First to the bank with a water gun that looks very realistic. Flirt with the guard a little, get real close and then hold him hostage. With the plastic barrel pressed to his temple I shout for everyone to get down.

After kindly allowing all woman and children to flee I chat it up with the hostage negotiator and ask for steak...and a cherry cheesecake. I enjoy my last meal with my prisoners and then volunteer to give myself up. I leave the bank and then start squirting the cops with my water gun. Reacting by instinct they pump me full of bullet holes.

That counts as suicide...right?
 
Very creative. :D

As I mentioned I want to go out in a blaze of glory.

First to the bank with a water gun that looks very realistic. Flirt with the guard a little, get real close and then hold him hostage. With the plastic barrel pressed to his temple I shout for everyone to get down.

After kindly allowing all woman and children to flee I chat it up with the hostage negotiator and ask for steak...and a cherry cheesecake. I enjoy my last meal with my prisoners and then volunteer to give myself up. I leave the bank and then start squirting the cops with my water gun. Reacting by instinct they pump me full of bullet holes.

That counts as suicide...right?

Yep...it's called death by cop...it happens a lot. ;)
 
Catapulted into the sun. I'm badass like that.
 
Do myself in, eh. Let's see. I think I'd hire a couple of prostitutes and fuck them until I was as fucked as I could be, then sit and drink scotch, popping Ludes, while writing some fucked up story for LW trolls and then go to bed naked, puke, choke on my vomit and die, then make front page of the Enquirer and a bunch of threads in here. Worst part would be the story being a best seller.
 
Given the assumption that 'all' artistic types are pathetic, emotionally inadequate potential suicides, this thread was started to help those confused sorts who want to go but don't know how.


Should I ever be diagnosed with something terminal and nasty, I'm buying some aluminum spars, some metallic mylar and a quarter mile of fine copper wire. I'll build a kite and head for New Mexico or Arizona in August. When the wind picks up and the clouds darken, I'll send it up. "Hey God, come and get me!" Talk about going out with a bang . . . :D

As slowly as possible.

If ever diagnosed with something terminal...as slowly as possible, although there are several women I would travel to see one last time. :D :devil:
 
I already tried it.

I tied my belt around my neck, the other end around a doorknob and I relaxed.

My choices at that point of my life were something reasonably quick and painless or one of the myriad ways a homeless person could die in a Canadian winter.

I hope never to be there again.
 
I already tried it.

I tied my belt around my neck, the other end around a doorknob and I relaxed.

My choices at that point of my life were something reasonably quick and painless or one of the myriad ways a homeless person could die in a Canadian winter.

I hope never to be there again.

*hugs*
I hope you will never be there again either.:kiss::heart:

I too have already tried it, more than once. I don't want to go there either.:(

However, I don't want to rain on y'all so, I have to say, some pretty creative ways to off oneself.

I do know of a neighbor lady years ago, who put a gun in her mouth. Blew half her face off, and yes, managed to actually live five more years. :eek:
 
If I ever get to the point where the doctors tell me that there's no chance whatsoever and I'm living on pain pills, I would obtain an AK-74 and several magazines of explosive rounds. I would then invade the scumbag station and make the world a better place to live by as many scumbags as I could manage. I don't like scumbags very much.
 
Given the assumption that 'all' artistic types are pathetic, emotionally inadequate potential suicides, this thread was started to help those confused sorts who want to go but don't know how.


Should I ever be diagnosed with something terminal and nasty, I'm buying some aluminum spars, some metallic mylar and a quarter mile of fine copper wire. I'll build a kite and head for New Mexico or Arizona in August. When the wind picks up and the clouds darken, I'll send it up. "Hey God, come and get me!" Talk about going out with a bang . . . :D

:(Bear! What an awful subject!

I'm too optimistic to contemplate suicide...my glass is always half full;)
 
I'd buy a power tool of some sort to work in the yard and take it out there some day my wife wasn't home and try to figure it out myself. I'm sure I'd do something that would kill me within about three minutes.
 
I'd use a revolver, get lots of tequila and play russian roulette. but..after each cock of the hammer and no bullet is shot, i'd take a shot of tequila respin the barrel. repeat process til either death by alcohol poisoning or brains aren't where they should be. i choose the head because i think the insurance companieds lets brain dead people stay on life support for only so long. oh i would do it only if terminally ill, no hope of being better and quality of life was an issue. i'd probably hang on for as long as possible though. But as my life is good and i love living, this is not an option.
 
no i change my mind i wanna do a thelma and louise. but the conditions have to be the same.
 
uhm... perhaps I am glad I am not a writer... cuz never...:)
 
At one time I thought about hanging myself from the Golden Gate Bridge. Go up there at night with a length of rope and tie one end around my neck and the other end to a railing and jump over. People jumping from the bridge are quite common, but I had never heard of somebody doing what I was thinking of. :cool:

I also used to think of getting a rifle and climbing to the top of a building in downtown Oakland and shooting as many cops as I could on the street below. Eventually, of course, they would have come and killed me, but I would have taken some of them with me. :mad:

I haven't had any thoughts of either kind for a long time now. :cool:
 
I seen lots of threads on different message boards about what one do/ is doing to prepare oneself for when the shit goes down...i.e. limited nuclear holocaust, meteoric impact, super volcano, etc. - anything that causes a complete and utter breakdown of all society but not a complete extinction of the human species.

The threads usually go on about how one would survive, what they'd do to keep surviving and are they doing anything now in preparation for the eventuality.

My reaction is always if/when doomsday comes and I'm not taken out in the initial shitstorm, then I'll take a gun to my head and blow my brains out. No fuss, nothing uber dramatic, I'll just quietly leave the world and the rations I'd use up to those who actually want to survive in a post-apocolyptic world, I'd want nothing to do with it. Otherwise I'm sticking around.
 
I seen lots of threads on different message boards about what one do/ is doing to prepare oneself for when the shit goes down...i.e. limited nuclear holocaust, meteoric impact, super volcano, etc. - anything that causes a complete and utter breakdown of all society but not a complete extinction of the human species.

The threads usually go on about how one would survive, what they'd do to keep surviving and are they doing anything now in preparation for the eventuality.

My reaction is always if/when doomsday comes and I'm not taken out in the initial shitstorm, then I'll take a gun to my head and blow my brains out. No fuss, nothing uber dramatic, I'll just quietly leave the world and the rations I'd use up to those who actually want to survive in a post-apocolyptic world, I'd want nothing to do with it. Otherwise I'm sticking around.

That reminds me of that movie...the Fog or The Mist? I hated the ending but at the same time I alone wouldn't want to live in a world with giant bugs eating everyone around me. If I had a child, mine or any other I might have found I owuld do anything to protect them, but other then that, no thanks.
 
I never contemplate suicide but my life has a suicidal patina because of the thrill I get from pushing the envelope. That is, get as close to failure as possible without failing. Perfect balance, perfect control. Its what real power is all about, fucking life at its own game.
 
Ah, we digress fellow writers. There's no apocalypse, or inevitable death from disease. We are insane and we're going to commit suicide. That's the long and short of it. So how would you go out as an insane writer?
 
That reminds me of that movie...the Fog or The Mist? I hated the ending but at the same time I alone wouldn't want to live in a world with giant bugs eating everyone around me. If I had a child, mine or any other I might have found I owuld do anything to protect them, but other then that, no thanks.

What you describe is the world humans lived in for millions of years. The veneer of civilization is about one molecule thick.
 
What you describe is the world humans lived in for millions of years. The veneer of civilization is about one molecule thick.

Gotta brush up on my history. I didn't know humans were eaten by giant bugs. Big furry things, ya. Giant bugs? :confused:

Huh. Well I don't claim to know everything.
 
Gotta brush up on my history. I didn't know humans were eaten by giant bugs. Big furry things, ya. Giant bugs? :confused:

Huh. Well I don't claim to know everything.

Well, I don't know if Giant bugs played a significant role in history, but I do know the snails in my garden are damn big, and they managed to eat all my broccoli except one...
 
Well, I don't know if Giant bugs played a significant role in history, but I do know the snails in my garden are damn big, and they managed to eat all my broccoli except one...

Damn snails. :mad:

Hope the last broccoli was good anyhow ;)
 
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