In a cup; death

and I drank it greedily. It promised murder, contracted by the drinker to the drinker. It promised me. Damnit, it promised me. Liar! Angerily, I slapped the cup to the ground and it shattered. My dreams of quick smiting were shattered still. I bent down to pick up the pieces of my dream -- my wish. Oh, fainting, but just almost. I was weak, fell on my knees then side. I reached out my hand to the shards, slip. My hand pussed a little blood. I tongue lolled out and my head hit the ground. My breath now in short pants. Oh, for one last bit, the drop I see slipping around on the floor. My arm numbs and only my eyes and fingers move. Gasp, gasp, gasp ... I'm breathing less now.

My eyes are closing, opening, closing ... not really blinking. My mind is flushing away. If only .... if only death. Surely his cloak is dark, black, like my vision now. I can hear me breathing, now only thinking. I hardly know my voice. It ...
isn't ... th ---------------

In moments, life begins again and I am whole; flesh and bone and I breath in the air. I painfully sit up and see the shattered cup. The drop of liquid -- thin near-death for cleaning and droplets of my blood. My hand is still bleeding, I see it pump with my beating heart. Oh ...

It's a struggle to stand, but through tugging on objects and a desire ... I stand again. I'm dizzy as I pan around. I'm, not sure who I am, but I know this place. I see the table, the floor and a bottle. The bottle with a happy label and happier contents. I pick up the bottle and slosh the keen liquid around. I set it down, my friend and tap it lightly. "Death? Are you in there my friends?" "Yes", was the reply.

More steps, more steps across the floor ... the table. I collapse into a chair. Oh ... I hurt, l ike a man shot with a thousand arrows. I don't ever want to stand again, but I must. Push .. push ... push ... I lean against the table. The world spins and I wait for it to slow. It slows but continues to twist, turn and spin. I bang my way back to the bottle. In a rare feat of coordination, I carry with me a coffee mug. I don't know if it's empty.

Clump ... the mug finds it's way to the counter. In a sloppy move, I hit the glass by mistake and the lovely sinfuly drink spills, but none in the glass. I panic and pick up the bottle but it spins away from me. I sway and can't move fast. Flash! An idea comes ... I put the mug under the horizontal bottle. With luck, I tip it and mulled poison fills the cup.

Dear! Cup in hand, I fall onto my butt with a thud. I'm splashed, but much of it is in the cup ... mug, I no longer care about words. The world is spinning, twisting and I don't know my name.

My word is that a good drink!

When you want to do it, do it! (it's better not to read this)

I'm not really referring to not smoking, but that's a great idea to not smoke, but rather end one's life. So often, it being a selfish act anyway, persons try to get more attention that trying to commit to success. Oh, loook ... I'm going to email everyone that I just swallowed a buttload of pills (6) and will be dying shortly. Please don't try to stop me. I'll take the good time to TXT message everyone too. Now, if they want to really do it and injure no one else, then commit to it. There are many surer ways to go than to gobble pilss, only to end up with mild complications or vomit on your would-be death shroud.

There aren't any really good pills to ensure that your stomach doesn't revolt, so pills -- for most, isn't the most effective way. Taking a header off a very tall spot (6 stories, at least) generally is a good bet, when the ground is good and solid like concrete or highway. While I dismissed pills as, generally, a poor way to exit, I'm not discounting chemistry in the least bit.

For $25, you can really nastily go out burning, especially with a pool of gas (inhaling the fumes) holding onto a partially pushed llghter with doublestick tape. Upon passing out, the lighter is set and up your unconscious body goes. To burn up alive -- gruesome and most panic, trying then to put out the fire. By the time aid comes, the victim then regrets trying to live.

A far more effective chemical way would be to shelter yourself in a small area (don't leave anyone around to be killed after you or trying to save you). A hotplate with potassium cyanide (rat poison+) mixed with vaporous mineral spirits or rubbing alcohol and model glue should -- in 30 some minutes of exposure open your mind, collapse your lungs and terminate life functions. In the moments before passing, the person should have a short-lived conscious euphoria before entering subconscious nirvana then death.

+ better powdered or crushed. The particular ratio of solid to liquid may seem critical, but a good rule of thumb should be 1:2 or 1:2.6(3) solid to liquid. Because of the inert matter in the rat poison, the effectiveness isn't obvious until the chemicals are superheated into a vaporous state. Smoking directly prior to this process may inhibit the cynanide's uptake into the bloodstream through the lungs.

Wererabbit

If you like Wallace and Gromit, this falls in line with the other animated features, almost exactly. It wasn't a great movie, by any stretch and has no start to finish rewatchability, but .... due to the animation and graphics it is rewatchable nearly in its entirety. Considering the projected age level and background on Wallace and Gromit (no back story on scientific adataptations (thank goodness), I'd put it a 6.0. It might rank a bit higher, but some themes would be lost or boring to kids as a general rule.

Speaking to the self

I had a too-long conversation with my nephew today. His subject ... only subject -- himself. I listend, for rarely was I involved in the conversation -- monologuing. My only contribution was that I saved my other family from hours-long topic about him. I took the proverbial bullet this time. I spoke much to him on growing, developing ... on becoming a person, fat lot of good it did. In the end, I guess I spared my family some long, boring conversation anyway.

Rarely have a met a person so self-centric, whereas all else is lost and unimportant other than self. Sick.