|Reading these suicide pages you will find people seeking help and people offering their help. Some witness about suicide from real life experience, others who play along with me would pretend it's a children's game. Some make sick and cruel jokes about it, and angry people blame me for even mentioning the subject. You might also want to read my favourite answers. If you want your answer to be included here, fill in the form.|
What is the best way to kill yourself when you're under 13?
Quelle est la meilleure forme de suicide pour les moins de 13 ans?
|30 May 2006||Paisa||People with questions and seeking advise on how to kill themselves are truly searching in the wrong places. You need professional help and people who are specialized in suicidal cases to help you be more happier with your life and helps stop your pain. Suicide is not the answer people. Can you imagine dying and never waking up again? You are going through tough times right now, but that doesnt mean you will always be through rought times. Life is a rollercoaster, its the way you handle things that is worth your while. Please dont seek help through here. PPL here are not professionals, the only thing in common everyone have in here is wanting to commit suicide. Now think, that is not the ppl who will be able to help you because they are in the same boat as you.|
|24 May 2006||some hippy||you're in pain here on earth. you feel empty, you feel nothing. you see death as release, where you won't feel this emptiness. Maybe you think death will bring you emptiness, that u can stop existing all together. you're more than your body. we're all covered by layers and layers of fear, of guilt, of anger, of grief, of insecurity. beneath it all we are all the same. beneath it all we are all so much more than ok. the world can feel dark, oppressive. we're sensitive, we feel it, we want to change it but we don't know how. drugs give us a synthetic experience of freedom. cutting gives us a taste of being real. death will take away this world but it won't change the pain. you'll have to face it still, you don't stop, you never stop. we never can stop until each and everyone of us has stopped hurting, has ceased to fear, exists only in joy and love. sounds impossible. to just change myself seems impossible. but i believe it. i believe it. i'm going to choose it and i'm choosing it for all of you as well. we will change, we are changing, and we have choice. go into it, go through it. see the voices, the shadows, there inside almost all of us. scream, kick, throw yourself around until you are curled up in a little ball shuddering on the ground. stay there, feel your breath calm, feel your body sink into the ground, feel your emotions dissipate. everything you think you are fades. at first you feel nothing. if the voices start to come back, you observe them. but you don't become them. everything that's happened, or hasn't happened, all the reasons you give to your pain, you watch them. but you are not them anymore. you don't have to be them anymore. you close your eyes, you feel an energy running up from your feet, through your body, into your head. you're filled with warmth, with light, with love. it's not any God, unless you want it to be...it's just what we are, in essence. all of us. you uncurl, move your body how you wish, slowly stretch and stand up. you open your eyes. your feet are grounded, your body is relaxed, your mind is clear. you are you but not the old you. you walk into the next moment, then the next. just one after the other, you don't have to plan or fear because nothing exists except right now. nothing else can. when the voices come back, when the pain flows in, when you remember, when you regret, when you plan, manipulate, fear...you see it, you accept it, but you don't become it. you do what you have to do. you draw, you write, you scream, you dance, you cry. but you always come through it. you always come out. and you remember WE ARE ALL DOING THE SAME THING. EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US. Slowly we will mend. Immediately we can become our true selves, with one choice, your decision. and slowly after that we can mend the tears, heal the scars. because we will be strong. we will be powerful. we will not fear. we will love ourselves and we will love one each other unconditionally. I'm going to make that choice. I have to- love and blessings.|
|18 May 2006||Tim||I'm sorry Mouchette for making you upset. I am very happy though that this site has been erected to allow young people to vent there frustration. A lot of times people simply want others to hear their opinions and views. A couple of people have emailed me from the site and it has touched me in a way that time nor failure could evoke. I posted a rather harsh comment stating all the problems that I've occured in my life, in which I among others seem to be tragic.....nevertheless there are others that have endured worse, yet continue to struggle with this battle we call life. What is life? Hummm......Life is to help. Life is to love. Life is to cry. Life is to Live and hurt and then we die. The latter is a bit harsh but many people feel this way. To take your life to escape a world so miserable. Personally even though my life is not at all easy. I thank God everyday for giving me the opportunity to see another day and to enlighten others. I am the Humanitarian!! I love to help others and one day I will be able to contribute to helping society and the many dooms of society. This is the only thing that keeps me strong.....of course my religion (God that strengthens me). I am so desolate and poor struggling student but God makes me rich because I know that when I die naturally and fight the good fight I will be rewarded for my endurance, courage and valeur.
I love you Mouchette.
May God Bless you for your
hard work and dedication to this site.
May it be bless 1000* over.
May God bless everyone that reads the any syllable of text from your site
and may they click to a brighter future in God/Love/Peace/Happiness/Self-Contentment/Joy/Nature/
|07 May 2006||Im having problems trying to understand the concept of forgiveness. If someone does something really bad to you and they did it maliciously, with evil intent, just to hurt you and they really tried their hardest to make your life a living hell and i mean really went out of their way to ruin you, why should you forgive them? I dont get it. I can forgive someone for making a mistake, thats straight foreward, but if you forgive someone for doing you some real wrong, isnt that like saying to yourself, yup, go on and do it all over again. I think its hard to forgive in that case, and that means you cant forget about it, which is good, in case any more arseholes think they can just walk into your life and destroy it for their amusement. Anyone with an understanding of foregiveness?|
|22 Apr 2006||It's nice to feel sometimes||OK, I think I finally understand what this site is about. When I first encountered it, it made me feel sick and depressed, but know, in a strange way, it's made me feel better.
I'm not suicidal, though I have thought about it, like I'm sure most people have. In fact I wouldn't say that I'm depressed, either. I just FEEL too much. Everything gets to me. At the moment I'm feeling a bit down and isolated because I've been dwelling on the death of a poet who's suicide message I particularly like. The poet's suicide has led me to this sight. Previously, I've been made to feel rotten by something as silly as a book, becuase I become too attached to the characters.
Apart from feeling too much, I also think too much. Who ever said that ignorance is bliss, was right. Unfortunately you can't think and be ignorant at the same time. So, when I'm alone I start to think, and my thoughts aren't exactly all that happy.
But even despite that, I'm generally pretty optimistic, some may call it arrogance. In reality it's probably more like dreams. I'm a big dreamer; that helps.
And like dreams help me, I think that this sight might help others. It's disturbing, yes, but it seems to show a concern for other human beings, which is needed more than ever now. Ofcourse I could be entirely wrong about the intentions of the author of this site, but that's what I choose to belive.
This site doesn't evade issues, and I congratulate it for that.
|21 Apr 2006||philimene||To The Bitter End - I wouldn't be offended if u added me and asked why I haven't killed myself yet. It would probably make for interesting conversation.
To Twaits: I think u have really summed up the essence of this website. I have wanted to commit suicide for at least 4 years, but have never talked to anyone apart from on this site.
|19 Apr 2006||lilbrowndog||I am not under 13. I am 25 and have no clear reason to kill myself. I have a good job, I don't take a lot of drugs just the occasional joint or ecstasy tablet. All I know is I feel like shit every day. I'm tired of being sad and feeling worthless. I'm tired of not having a connection to anyone. I'm sick of crying my eyes out for no reason. I don't understand the sadness it's always been there. When I was younger I felt this way but I had things to distract me. I will probably never kill myself and I hope that noone that posts on this site does. I know life can seem like its mostly shithouse but there are times when it gets better. And those times are what you need to live for. But what am I saying, I used to cut myself, I've been there and nothing really stops the pain - -wherever it is coming from. I suppose the only advice I can offer is to try and rise above it. Fuck society and everyone else - why the hell would you let them win? I've always believed that we were put on this earth for a reason. Some people just find that reason easier than others. I never have. Even as I write this I feel like killing myself but I still don't recommend doing it. But if you have to, if it really is that bad then at least consider the people that may care about you. If you're too selfish to do that then go ahead. I don't know where I'll end up with my life but I will just keep struggling on with it all. Good luck with whatever it is you all choose to do, all my love to you.|
|17 Apr 2006||jayson||i wish i could give encouraging words about life and how it will get better. it probably won't. the only difference is that you will take on life by yourself, which will present it's own challenges with it's own freedoms.
i have some harsh words for a few of you. if you kill yourself because of SCHOOL, you are an idiot. think for a second about this.... most of the people you knew in school you will never see again after you leave. trust me. besides, school accounts for such a small amout of your life. if you want people to like you, you have to quit caring about what they think. i'm 27 right now. my dad was killed when i was 9 (murder or accident, it depends on who you ask) and i got picked on big time in school. i have tourettes syndrome, and now no one knows it but you and the people i went to school with. not even the people in my life now, because i remember the mocking jokes. i even actively sought after the mafia to try and be a hitman with the hopes that i would be killed. i used to cut my wrists, but not deep enough to hit the veins. i'm telling you this so none of you think i'm some preachy dumb ass trying to tell you how it is. i'm not going to tell you not to do it, but i will tell you this. wait. if you try something when you are that young, you won't be able to see where your life is going. in one year by yourself, everything changes. EVERYTHING. what if the dark cloud dissapates??? sometimes it does. and yes, sometimes it comes back. but don't give up so early.
also the more disturbed you are, the more likely you are to accomplish something great. if you want some good examples.... einstein had manic depression. isaac newton also fought off depression his whole life. abraham lincoln was a very dark soul. he is credited with writing the suicide silliloquoy, though no one knows if it was really him. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. many people feel this wretched dark cloud. i know because i fight it off often. my arm is bleeding right now. not from trying to kill myself. my issues evolved into inflicting pain. i don't do it often, but more than i should.
i think the reason we feel so much pain stems from the fact that we understand the world better than most. even those of you that are 10 and 12. you see the world more clearly than the fools around you that just drift aimlessly, and it gets to you. you see that pain and the hoplessness around you and you just want it to go away. am i right??? i know i am because i've been there. i'm still there.
but here's the thing. if you kill yourself, it will never get better. you will just die miserable. wait another 10 years. it will speed by until the darkness comes back, and then life will seem to drag. but you have to hold on. when you are on your own, you will find something to live for.
the best thing to do if you feel this way is to leave home when you turn 18. join the military (helped me tremendously) or something. just get the hell away from everything you know. put a couple thousand miles inbetween you and everything you knew. it will clear your mind, even if it takes years. it helped me. it will help you.
i ran across this site by accident and i have poured my heart out to you.
|07 Apr 2006||We all know The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over|
|05 Apr 2006||BLOODY TRUE||I know alot of people think this site should be shut down but i dont think it should be actually people who are depressed sometimes just need to write their feelings down and think about sad things and read others sad posts and after awhile of thinking about DEATH + SUICIDE for along time you can get so bored of thinking/writing/talking about it that you just want to change the subject and watch tv or something else and forget about it for awhile. Which is a good thing really this site wont help anyone to die but it might help people to live and get help|
|31 Mar 2006||Clara||The best thing to do is to distract yourself for a while, until you can calm down and be entirely rational, most suicide attempts are on impulse. I know that telling you about who you're leaving behind wont work, because when my depression is in its prime, I just want to make it so that I dont have to feel pain anymore.
Try not to dwell on things, deal with them the best you can. Have you thought everything through? What if it doesnt work? What if it does? If it doesnt work, you are going to sit in therapy for a long time, do you want that? What if there is something about to make things easier? I always find there's too many questions I can't answer.
There is no best way to kill yourself, but you being here on this site, shows you're scared and unprepared. Everyone has something to live for, even if its just curiousity about what's next.
|30 Mar 2006||Suicide creates a monstrous emotional upsurge of shame and guilt. Everyone participates in feeling responsible and even shamed at knowing the suicidal candidate. If these feelings are not healed the vampire of suicidal death can strike again and again.
When suicide is out of fashion we conclude that none but madmen destroy themselves; and all the efforts of courage appear chimerical to dastardly minds ... Nevertheless, how many instances are there, well attested, of men, in every other respect perfectly discreet, who, without remorse, rage, or despair, have quitted life for no other reason than because it was a burden to them, and have died with more composure than they lived?
Suicide may also be regarded as an experiment -- a question which man puts to Nature, trying to force her to answer. The question is this: What change will death produce in a mans existence and in his insight into the nature of things? It is a clumsy experiment to make; for it involves the destruction of the very consciousness which puts the question and awaits the answer.
Suicide is the dumbest possible way of getting revenge. Why is that? Because the people you want to strike back at are the very same folks who won't even remember you a week after you're gone, while the people you want to spare most -- the people who love you -- are the ones who will have to live with the pain of your suicide for the rest of their lives.
You realize that suicide's a criminal offense -- In less enlightened times they'd have hung you for it.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.
|17 Mar 2006||There is always death and taxes; however, death doesn't get worse every year.|
|03 Mar 2006||Persephone Hazard||I have just read pages and pages of these posts. I've trawled through dozens of hidden links. I've squinted at at least five bizzare and grotesque images. It's crashed my computer three times already.
And I'm fascinated.
Whoever you are, Mouchette darling, this is a work of genius.
|12 Feb 2006||SpookyPenguin||based on the last couple of posts, I guess mouchette has been finaly found out and judged. She is being criticised both cunstructive and nonconstructive critisism is fling at here.
It took me awhile to relise that this website is a forum, and with a forum comes diferent opinions. mouchette is only an artist with a very outgoing and strange personality. Sure her real names no mouchette, what ever. Who knows maybe mouchette is a database built by a company(Very unlikely.) Thought this website has remained relitivaly bliss throughout the years, it has never lost interest from those who hate it. This website is as complexe as love itself, Who is mouchette? Where does she come from? and Why did she make this?
This is the only website with a black hole in it, it never stops and it has almost no reason, but it remains close to people in the ways of hate and love.
Mouchette, has confused the human brain for some time now. Mouchette, you are a guinness.
And for the record, Im goign to go have lunch with Jimmi Hendrix, And Kurt Cobain. :3~
SpookyPenguin Signing off.
|11 Feb 2006||post this||"Mouchette" is the Net-based alter-ego of an anonymous artist whose actual identity is a closely guarded secret. Mouchette is a very young artist (not yet 13) who created her own website in October of 1996. Since then, she has taken part in numerous art manifestations, exhibitions and events in the artworld, and created a new part of her website each time.
mouchette is just a Web site of a (fictional, suicidal) 13-year-old girl, loosely based on the character from Robert Bresson's 1967 film.
Its for other people to play with not mouchette etc..
also if you hate mouchette you are welcome to post here some more: http://www.ihatemouchette.org/
while Mouchette is not a real person as in there is no physical being out there called Mouchette, browsers are invited to judge her, even hate her. This judging Mouchette as a person, begs the question is she a person? While people often judge characters in literature or history, Mouchette acts like a real person, even seems to engage with the browsers as a real person, and if she is treated like a real person, is she one, even though there is no 13-year-old body named Mouchette?"
|11 Feb 2006||Lucy Cortina||Last night I had a dream. My boobs expanded to airbag size as I was asleep and a group of cannibals invaded my room and dragged me out by my boobs. It was horrible! They took loads of photographs of my boobs to sell on ebay. Then they threw me onto a table, took out some carving knives and sliced into my boobs! Which was even more horrible. Air gushed out of them and I almost died on the spot thinking I'd end up in a mental asylum with saggy boobs and no lip gloss. I heaved myself off the table, thrusting one boob into one of the cannibals and the other into another. Blood sprayed everywhere as I spun around on the spot, my boobs flomping against each of their heads. I was like a sort of whirling 'boobie' dervish. After they were all dead - their heads splattered against the walls from the force of my boobs - I ran as fast as I could (topless and blood stained) into the lounge. I found some masking tape and taped my boobs up to stop the bleeding. It seemed to do the trick. I went back to bed and fell asleep. An hour later I awoke to discover my boobs bleeding again! Blood poured out onto my white silk virginal bedsheets...and then, my right boobie exploded!!! OHMYGODOHMYGOD!!
Then I woke up. This message is proof of the pain I am still suffering from abuse at the hands of Mouchette. The nightmares just won't stop. Please make them stop.
|08 Feb 2006||I HATE THIS PLACE!!||No wonder this person,
Does not reply to peoples messages!
its not real.
How can i put it in better words
I think this site is For the fans of the movie Mouchette. I AMNOT SURE MIND YOU?????????????????
Come to think of it now!!
when i first found this place i thought ths " well this is werid why would some sick person make a site where for people who were under age could just come on line and find this place"r
Think about this people it is not NORMAL to have some thing like this on line.
with out it NOT HAVING A WARNING!
TO BE CLOSED DOWN!!!!
"My name is Mouchette. I live in Amsterdam. I am nearly 13 years old. " This seemingly innocent introduction by a child artist hides the shocking content within Mouchette's website. Allegedly authored by a twelve-year-old French girl, "Mouchette" is a complex site consisting of various secret links, electronic interactive texts, and poems that reveal the multiple faces of the artist, along with her fears and obsessions. Loosely-based on the 1937 book by Georges Bernanos and the 1967 Robert Bresson movie, Mouchette, the website seems to expand upon the basic storyline of the film. The movie portrays a girl suffering from the pains of abuse, an alcoholic father and dying mother. Eventually she finds that her only escape from the hatred and sexual abuse in her life is suicide. Not only does the net artist draw several character similarities to the female protagonist of the film Mouchette, but also relates similar thematic ideas. The various subpages of the site use visually-shocking pictures, images of flesh and blood, and interactive forums of taboo subjects to explore themes of sexual abuse, violence and hatred, and loneliness. The anonymous authorship of the site, as well as the user interface, poses an underlying question of identity, leaving the viewer curious what the true nature of the website. By creating an interactive site that encourages audience participation, Mouchette.org challenges the viewer to confront these disturbing themes and make a decision of further conduct.
Since the website launch in 1996, the true identity of the alter-ego behind Mouchette.org has been a closely-guarded secret. By concealing his or her identity, the artist preserves the first-person nature of the site, thus enhancing the thematic power. In this manner, the artist provokes heated debates of contemporary political and sexual issues. Since the artist-moderator behind the site remains unknown and anonymous; the author her/himself is referred to as merely Mouchette (1).
The incredibly complex Mouchette.org site relies on both the audio and visual components. One key aspect of the site is its variable nature; there are many different opening screens, and the noises that accompany the images are prone to change as well. The opening screen is always a close-up of a flower, with flies moving around it. The fly is a visual allusion to the name, "Mouchette," which literally means "fly" in French. If one clicks on the flies to the right of the screen, it leads to the "Blind Jump" section of the site. The fly in the center of the screen leads to two more pages about flies, then the viewer is confronted with a dead end. In the corner of the homepage is either a photo of a young girl, a drawing of a young girl, or a picture of an older woman. When the arrow is on the picture, a passage appears. One can click on either the picture, or the passage, and it will lead to different pages-the passage always leads to a seemingly public bulletin board about suicide, whereas the picture can lead to different pages, dependent upon which picture is displayed. The artist Mouchette claims that the young girl pictured is herself. Next to the picture, there is a checklist that lists certain "facts" about Mouchette, some of which contain links to other pages. There is also a scrolling menu at the bottom of the page, which says "browse me" and contains a number of vague links leading to different sub-sections of the site.
The confusion and profusion of links and subdivisions within the site lead the viewer to become disoriented. One cannot easily navigate the site, nor can one easily re-trace one's steps; the "back" button often leads to random new pages. There is an abundance of subsites within the site, as well as links to outside sites. One subsite is an apparently "public" bulletin board, upon which people respond to the question: "What is the best way to kill yourself when you are under thirteen?"-a question seemingly posed by the "young girl" behind the site. The respondents leave a variety of messages ranging from attempts to save Mouchette, to bitter notes pushing Mouchette (and her apparently suicidal correspondents) to actually commit the final act. Mouchette also prompts each viewer to fill in his own form and respond. Yet, it is unclear if these responses are filtered, and by whom-or, are the posted ones even written by real people? If everyone can be Mouchette, who is the driving force behind Mouchette?
Upon closer inspection of the website, the viewer can join Mouchette's fan club, which empowers the audience with enhanced participatory powers within the site. Uploaded user text and images become a part of the site and users can respond to Mouchette's "personal" email. Thus Mouchette's email identity remains anonymous and arbitrary in content. Who is the artist that moderates Mouchette? This remains a virtually impossible question to answer. However, even though one can "become Mouchette" according to edit.mouchette.org, this does not open up access to all parts of the site-areas are still moderated by the unknown artist.
The complexity and navigational difficulties of Mouchette.org challenge the audience's ability to interpret. Several of the sites portray unrelated aspects, linked only by one of the common themes. Sexuality appears as an underlying theme in the site, noticeably in images and sounds, but also in subtle colors and presentation. Obvious sexual references include the subpage of sexual pictures and sounds, and the pedophilic references of the "striped penis" subpage. More understated references include the flower imagery on the opening page and the "secret page" where the artist conveys a sexual mood with the use of such words as "softly," "feel," "touchÈ in the dark," and "penetrate." As the mouse is moved, orgasmic sounds are revealed. Sexuality plays a strong thematic role from the beginning of the first webpage. As the page loads, the site emits crying sounds punctuated by seemingly sexual noises. Similar to the Bresson's movie character, Mouchette, the site identifies the juxtaposition between sexual pleasure and anguish. Although sexual, the site does not convey the imagery on a sensual level, instead associating the sexual theme with violent overtones.
Hatred and abuse also appear as major roles in Mouchette's work. Hatred is expressed on several levels in multiple relationships. Mouchette's underlying hate for her parents proves apparent in the subpage http://mouchette.org/flesh/pere.html (1998). Images of "Papa" and "Maman" etched into pieces of raw meat symbolize the minimal flesh-relationship between the daughter and her respective parents. Although presented in an innocent childlike manner, "I got my parents' permission for the web portraits," the gruesome effect of the sanguine raw meat suggests the tension in Mouchette's parental relationships (2).
Mouchette's own hatred for life exists as the climactic moment of the site. The artist presents the notion of a "suicide kit," innocently questioning the audience on a "way for children to play suicideÖ(as) a new kind of toy" in order to find "best way to kill yourself if you're under thirteen." Using this shocking method of inquiry, Mouchette forces the audience to confront the issue of suicide and respond. She then posts the responses in several categories: recent posts, posts seeking help, offering help, real life experiences, cruel jokes, posts that treat suicide as a child's game, and people that blame the artist (Mouchette). Despite the differences in the responses, most user posts appear strongly emotional, compelling the viewer to consider the veracity behind the messages while making a moral decision, first, whether or not to respond, and second, the content of the response. Mouchette posts her favorite answers, and these are not judged according to morality, but on passion. Passionate answers range from posts celebrating the beauty in life, celebrating the romantic notion of death, and everything in between.
Mouchette.org also explores hatred on the personal level between the viewer and the artist. He dedicates an entire section of the site under "hate," for the audience to voice their loathing for the site and the artist (3). Placed upon a unsettling backdrop-a crowd of people covered in crushed tomatoes that resemble bloody flesh-Mouchette incites an honest response from the viewer. The "hate" responses vary from hatred for Mouchette's seemingly apathetic attitude towards life, to disgust for the audacious manner in which taboo subjects are presented, to personal hatred of the artist.
Hatred is also expressed in its most climactic form, violence. Mouchette.org's "Kill the Cat," first unnerves the viewer with the gaping jaws of a cat, accompanied by periodic bloodcurdling screams (4). The screen shakes violently as it becomes apparent that no peaceful ending is achievable and the only escapable solution is to close the browser or use the back command. Thus this page challenges the viewer's notion of a predictable internet with its abrupt display of violence. Also under the "paintings" subpage, clicking the mouse launches two hands, which violently grab for a pig which is drowning in a spilled bowl of soup. In and of themselves, the images are not blatantly violent; however the juxtaposition of a seemingly monstrous hand looming over the defenseless plastic pig seems to be a threatening imbalance of power. The sanguine color of the soup appears as a blood-like substance violently spilled in all directions.
Mouchette also provides a film quiz in which she highlights the important scenes from the movie. Although this quiz was recently banned from the site due to legal warnings from Robert Bresson's estate, an online mirror site still carries the questions (5). Each question reflects the abusive and depressive nature of Mouchette's short life. In one question, Mouchette provides the following answers: "the hut of the poacher who raped me," "home, where my mother just died," "at the cafÈ, to fetch my drunken father," "the pond where I shall be drowning myself." Mouchette uses each film answer to relate the themes of her website. Sexual abuse, domestic problems of abuse and neglect, and suicide commonly arise throughout the quiz. The backdrop of these quotes is composed of forlorn images of Mouchette, further emphasizing her pitiful state to the reader.
Identity is a central theme in Mouchette's website. Although it is never explicitly explored, it is alluded to indirectly through the user forum. Each post requests the specific name and email address of the author, but uncertain identity is the inherent nature of internet interaction. While browsing the site, the viewer is constantly badgered to post his name and email address, in a sense threatening judgment for any response. This imparts a sense of viewer responsibility for actions taken. The viewer does not know to whom his emails are directed nor does he know who will read them. Messages on each user forum are often disconcerting and upsetting; one does not know whether to take them seriously or not. This emotional distance is essential to the artwork. Though Mouchette presents many upsetting, taboo subjects, she does so dispassionately, in an almost apathetic manner. However, after reading the plethora of charged material from Mouchette and the posted respondents it is easy to become desensitized to the unsettling subject matter. This leads to a moral dilemma as the viewer is confronted repeatedly with the possibility of intervention with potentially suicidal individuals.
Mouchette.org operates on many levels expanding upon the overt themes of sexuality, violence, hatred and isolation, using shocking images and sounds, interactive user forums, and morally ambiguous subject matter to highlight her intended themes. This is layered over a fundamental identity question about the authorship of the site and the responses posted on it. Throughout the site, the viewer is constantly confronted with moral decisions. By challenging the viewer with these decisions, Mouchette.org does not allow the user to remain inactive-the viewer is forced to contemplate and take a position on these taboo subjects.
so you see people thats what this site is all about!!
its SICK i know and i hate this place.
WISH I HAD NEVER FOUND IT!!!!!!!!
AND I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE THE SENSE TO TURN AROUND AND WALK AWAY FROM THIS PLACE TO..
I WOULD LIKE TO SEE THIS POSTED ON YOUR FORUM PLEASE..
but i have not got a clue where this site is really located???????????????????????
and if you don't post this i will post this to you antill you do!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|08 Feb 2006||oceania||OF COURSE MOUCHETTE ISN'T A "REAL" 13 YEAR OLD GIRL YOU COMPLETE IDIOT.
This page is to make people THINK and be able to share whatever they feel like sharing.
YOU CAN'T SAVE PEOPLE BY FUCKING EMAILING THEM. I know it makes you feel better about yourself, it makes you feel like a life-saving hero, but don't fool yourself into thinking you can talk anyone out of any situation. What happens if one of them dies? How will you feel then? Judging by the way you write, you are young. Don't try and take responsibility for something you can't handle...you are WAY out of your depth.
p.s. LEARN TO SPEAK ENGLISH. Your spelling mistakes and grammatical errors are testing my patience.
|19 Jan 2006||Lucy Cortina||I have at last escaped from Mouchettes mansion. He trapped me in the bathroom with the rotting corpse of his mother. It was horrible! So horrible that my boobs accidentally began to inflate until they almost touched the floor where the blood was. There was the issue of Mouchettes brains inside my boobs to deal with too. They had a tug of war with my "boobie brains" and my boobie brains won. So now Mouchette has nowhere to keep his spare brains. I have exorcised them from my boobs at last.
I escaped from Mouchettes mansion by climbing out of the window, 7 stories high, and using my boobs to cushion the fall. I tell you, I practically bounced from France back to England!
Ahhhh you can't beat Enfland. Nothing like a cup of tea and a cream bun. Or if you're me, a cream bun that sticks to your boobs when you lean over to eat it.
When I got back to England, I ignored the many attempts by Mouchette to contact me on my pink slimline mobile telephone with last number redial. I caught up with the news by reading a few papers (the gossip columns anyway). And there it was, a golden snippet of information that would shatter my world (again): "Lottery winner plans to buy new Mercededes, a boob-job and room for a pony for exotic American girlfriend Felicia Floresca". I literally had a boob-attack on the spot! I thought I was going to die, it was all too much for me. I ordered mum to buy me 20 chocolate bars from the shop. After eating those, and feeling very ill, I called the bitch (and reversed the charge since she can now afford such luxuries) and told her what I thought of her.
No one puts Lucy Cortinas boobs out of joint!