why are you still alive

Because my friend said yesterday "Well this was a big waste of time. I just want her to die." so to spite whoever the hell he's channeling. :mad:
 
Sorrows of Werther

Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.

Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werther,
And, for all the wealth of Indies,
Would do nothing for to hurt her.

So he sighed and pined and ogled,
And his passion boiled and bubbled,
Till he blew his silly brains out,
And no more was by it troubled.

Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-conducted person,
Went on cutting bread and butter.

- by William Makepeace Thackeray


IV From a Very Little Sphinx

I know a hundred ways to die.
I’ve often thought that I’d try one:
Lie down beneath a motor truck
Some day when standing by one.

Or throw myself from off a bridge—
Except such things must be
So hard upon the scavengers
And men that clean the sea.

I know some poison I could drink.
I’ve often thought I’d taste it.
But mother bought it for the sink,
And drinking it would waste it.

- by Edna St. Vincent Millay


A Ballade of Suicide

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours on the wall
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall
I see a little cloud all pink and grey
Perhaps the rector's mother will NOT call
I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way
I never read the works of Juvenal
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;
Rationalists are growing rational
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
So secret that the very sky seems small
I think I will not hang myself to-day.


ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
- by G.K. Chesterton
 
So that one day I might dance on Thatcher's grave stone
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Dave
 
So that one day I will dance on David Cameron's and William Hague's graves
 
What did William Hague do?

Come to think of it, what did Cameron do? He's only been PM 10 minutes!

Still, nothing like sticking to your prejudices is there?

Both of them are full of false promises - All politics is full of false promises.
You Tory supporters must be thicker than you look to not see the stewing bullshit festering from your party's mouths.

Do us all a favour, go and lock yourselves in the cellar of Eton.

P.S - You obviously weren't affected by Thatcher's government. Whoopie f***ing doo for you, eh.
 
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Both of them are full of false promises - All politics is full of false promises.
You Tories must be thicker than you look to not see the stewing bullshit festering from your party's mouths.

Do us all a favour, go and lock yourselves in the cellar of Eton.

P.S - You obviously weren't affected by Thatcher's government. Whoopie f***ing doo for you, eh.

How do you know that Hague was & Cameron is full of false promises? You don't, you're just sticking to your bigotted views like every Labour f***wit seems to be doing.

When you say 'you Tories' do you mean people like me who voted Lib Dem in this & every election they've been eligible to vote in?

I was affected by Thatcher's Government, my Dad was a miner. But this is NOT Thatcher's Government in the same way that Brown's Government was not the same as Wilson's.

To be honest, I'm sick of arguing with Labour knuckle draggers like you.

You lost, someone else won. In a democracy that's how it works.

If you don't like it, tough shit. Be sure to vote in the next one.
 
vaca needs to chill the eff out.

Anyway I'm going to be cliché an quote Nowhere Fast "And when I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me."

I don't have a reason to live, or a reason to die, without my music I would probably die though, nothing else really gives me joy.

God I'm depressing.
 
How do you know that Hague was & Cameron is full of false promises? You don't, you're just sticking to your bigotted views like every Labour f***wit seems to be doing.

When you say 'you Tories' do you mean people like me who voted Lib Dem in this & every election they've been eligible to vote in?

I was affected by Thatcher's Government, my Dad was a miner. But this is NOT Thatcher's Government in the same way that Brown's Government was not the same as Wilson's.

To be honest, I'm sick of arguing with Labour knuckle draggers like you.

You lost, someone else won. In a democracy that's how it works.

If you don't like it, tough shit. Be sure to vote in the next one.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. I'm not a Labour supporter and I have always voted Lib Dems, actually.

This conversation is over as I have far too much work to do and I would much rather respond to a wall.

Goodbye.
 
Wrong, wrong, wrong. I'm not a Labour supporter and I have always voted Lib Dems, actually.

This conversation is over as I have far too much work to do and I would much rather respond to a wall.

Goodbye.

So you've not judged someone before they've had the chance to do anything because you're a Labour voter, you've done it because you're a f***ing moron?

Well done.
 
Both of them are full of false promises - All politics is full of false promises.
You Tory supporters must be thicker than you look to not see the stewing bullshit festering from your party's mouths.

Do us all a favour, go and lock yourselves in the cellar of Eton.

P.S - You obviously weren't affected by Thatcher's government. Whoopie f***ing doo for you, eh.


Oh stop it, that emotional rhetoric just don't work any more. I come from a family of working class Irish people, miners included, who worked the pits in the last century. Move on, the times they are a'changin'

It is you who is practising inverted snobbery
 
Sorrows of Werther

Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.

Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werther,
And, for all the wealth of Indies,
Would do nothing for to hurt her.

So he sighed and pined and ogled,
And his passion boiled and bubbled,
Till he blew his silly brains out,
And no more was by it troubled.

Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-conducted person,
Went on cutting bread and butter.

- by William Makepeace Thackeray


IV From a Very Little Sphinx

I know a hundred ways to die.
I’ve often thought that I’d try one:
Lie down beneath a motor truck
Some day when standing by one.

Or throw myself from off a bridge—
Except such things must be
So hard upon the scavengers
And men that clean the sea.

I know some poison I could drink.
I’ve often thought I’d taste it.
But mother bought it for the sink,
And drinking it would waste it.

- by Edna St. Vincent Millay


A Ballade of Suicide

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours on the wall
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall
I see a little cloud all pink and grey
Perhaps the rector's mother will NOT call
I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way
I never read the works of Juvenal
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;
Rationalists are growing rational
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
So secret that the very sky seems small
I think I will not hang myself to-day.


ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
- by G.K. Chesterton

sniff** Such beautiful words, going home! :sweet:
I'll try to stick around and hear more.:sweet:
 
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