|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?
|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!
|17 Jan 2006||ARi||you know what perplexes me? why the hell would you sell sea shells by the seahore. i mean its not a very good place to market that type of product you know. its all about location. you can just go walk on the seashore and pick up ur own seashells. sally is a dumb ass.
and wtf is a didle didle. i mean i know what a cat and a fiddle is. and how can a cow jump so freakin high. i mean thru the atmosphere thru the statusphere thru space... where there is no air to breath and they dont make space suits for cows. for monkeys yes but not cows. i mean it takes nasa like a week and a half to send folks over the moon. so those would be some awesome calfs. and i dont mean baby cows, i mean muscles. maybe if it was early in the night and the moon was low on the horizon and a cow ran up a hill and jumped over and bucked in mid air. ok i can see that happening but whats the chance of that?
|17 Jan 2006||The Uncola||Very boring site. Everyone has the same problems and no one ever follows through. Well I must say that is a good thing. As far as I know, the only one who ever did kill himslef was Flamer, but that was only symbolically. Not a lot has changed here. There's still the occasional funny thought, like Cobain's pet fish Gossam. Though there have been many painfully unfunny attempts to make someone crack a smile such as the Religious Maggie bits. I personally don't think Lucy Cortina is that funny either, but some do and that is their opinion. The question always lingers on my mind though as to the point of the "Suicide Kit". Will it ever be made? Will it incorporate elements that have been suggested here? And will it actually be sold to preteens?
Of course I know that it is really a bogus piece of work, but its fun to play along sometimes. And from time to time we all see the many who will complain about Mouchette (who has done nothing wrong except email people junk), and others will try to send advice to those who come looking for an ear to their troubles. It is easy to write off these people and call them silly, but that isn't what we should do. They wouldn't talk about suicidal thoughts if they really were dead set (lol "dead set") on killing themselves. They want help, and we shouldn't patronize them for it. And neither should you, Mouchette, let them be patronized.
I like popcorn.
I really must reveal my intentions now. I am only writing this in hopes of making the longest post ever on Mouchette's painfully boring message board. Come on people!!! Some of you really could use to lighten up a little more often and give us some good stuff to read. And for you the suicidals, we don't have to hear how you are depressed over nothing, just tell us how you fell and we'll try to help. we don't need the bland details of you sitting on your bed depressed because the light blew out. If you actually have personal problems that are making you think the way you do then please say them, but if you are just depressed because you can be, spare us the details. Don't get me wrong though. I'm not saying I won't help, I'm just saying you should really keep it to yourself or people will ridicule you and you will feel worse. Please don't be angered by this.
Flamer is probably dead. I think he commited suicide shortly after he was ran off. It would make sense though, after all this was the only place he felt welcome. Religious Maggie should be dead too, because he was a poor comedian that only used offensive material that wasn't funny to anyone. Lucy's not dead I assume, as to the fact that she recently posted I think. Although like I said I don't really like her brand of comedy, someone must like it. Please people, if you are gonna do something funny, think before you post.
Think back to the lessons of Bloodninja.
There is an island somewhere. and on this island is every great musician that died in the past 50 years. Tupac walking beside Frank Sinatra, and Elvis singing with Jimi Hendrix on guitar. Even Cobain's brain is there in a jar (he doesn't talk or play guitar, not like anyone would want him to). Jim Morrison is there, George Harrison, John Lennon, Cliff Burton, and even Johny Cash. Black Michael Jackson has taken solitude there, and so did Biggie. Janis Joplin is there and would be the only woman if not for Mama Cass.
If this is still being read right now, I would like to say thank you for keeping with this instead of reading 2 sentences then assumin I suck. My intention is for the best of people.
Here's a sample from the Reverend: SPERMAL ABUSE
Current mood: optimistic
THOSE FUCKING MICE WON'T TRY TO REVOLT AGAINST ME ANYMORE!!!! THEY WERE SHOWN SOME SWIFT DISCIPLINE AND SHRAPNEL FOR THEIR TROUBLES!!!!! THE REBELION OF THE MICE IS OVER!!!!!
As you can tell, an uprising of mice was vanquished today by our Special Stealth Gunnery 5th Battalion of Radiated Fraternal Police Toads. They fought bravely, and some even died to the mice. As a result today is now declared TOAD SMASH MOUSE day. Also I outlawed spermal abuse today. Spermal abuse, as you may know, is rampant among men (and some women). It occurs whenever a man throws a used tissue away or in the toilet, when he masturbates in the shower as well. Some women are known to clean themselves with disposable tissue as well. This law will make it to where the sperm must be put to good use when dispersed. Whether it fertilizes, is swallowed, used to annoy your roommate, or in a special wine at a party (I love the joke), it must be used properly. The punishment for unabiding by this law is extraction of the genitals. Everyone remember there is an execution tommorrow, tickets are on sale. It will be held at Chink-cho-cho Stadium in Beijing. Have a good day.
By Adolf Hitler
Well I hope that was enjoyable. I also have one from a great Dungeon Master:
This is Trash's list of things not to right a song about. (Because I'm the fucking genius).
1. Fucking a tranny in the ass, or playing dick swords with one's that uncircumsized.
2. baby-raping (Sorry Stephen Lynch, thats a no-no)
3. Beating black people up in the name of progress
4. yeast infections
5. admitting to being behind the Holocaust
6. A threesome with your son and granny (a.k.a. showing son the ropes on ma')
7. Your mama, trains, being drunk, trucks, prison, and rain
8. being raped by aliens and your daddy
9. cheating on you girlfriend
11. Graveyards in the spring
12. Pimpin, hoes, gangstas, and clubs
13. Dungeon Dave of the Outer Rim
14. Disney movies, shows, and other disney things
15. any song with the word horticulture in it
16. killing, maiming, death, Satan, and blood
17. How big you dick is, how small your dick is, how tight your pussy is, or how loose your pussy is (These are to be said in normal conversation not in a song)
18. Cutting yourself
19. being a badass without the evidence to back it up.
20. breakup songs are always a NO!
Here's another list:
And Now, Josh X's List Of Things To Give To A Girl You Used To Like As A Wedding Gift:
1 Your Brains And Skull Fragment Spewed Down The Chapel Aisle Right IN The Middle Of The Ceremony
2 Your Best Wishes- and then bring up memories of the time she gave you crabs (you must do this one in front of her new husband).
3 A Golden Shower
4 The Child you made After A 3 doors down concert.
6 Some Organ From Any Form Of Livestock (preferable the heart)
7 A Free Brake Removal job to the ride that will be used to get to the honeymoon (must be given on the same day as the wedding or the gift willl lose all value)
8 The Husband-to-be's head in a garbage bag
9 an untraceable phone call every day
10 A cake.
There's very little more I can talk about here. I leave it up to Mouchette whether or not to post this, but know this Mouchette, if you don't I will send the same post everyday until you do.
|17 Jan 2006||SpookyPenguin||I here the bells ringing...
They won't stop i want to kill the
fucker who makes them ring...
Im laying on the ground...
I think i smeel blood, or maybe it's burnt bacon...
God damnit the bells are back...
Make them stop...
My god damn ears are bleeding...
Shit i killed her...
Where am i...
And why did i do this...
|15 Jan 2006||Chrismas Jones||Well today, i was walking/skateboarding with my friend, even thought it was damn freezing outside. And some fire engine pulls out of the station with the lights flashing and the loud noises and such. But as soon as it pulls out it gets stuck in traffic for almost a minute because no one wanted to move out of the way... My friend started yelling at the people, and i just sat that and thought "God damnit, another retard from mouchette just died..."|
|05 Jan 2006||Felicia The Great||Dear Mouchette,
It's a cold, cold 2006. I have been on this site for almost four years, can you believe it? I never realized that this website was a forum.
The history of me writing in this post website began in late December of 2001. There I was lamenting over a hopeless relationship of lost dreams. It was the year of drowning misery of guzzling Peppermint Schnapps in a cold, cold room on a dark hillside. It was so cold, you can talk in the room and a mist of warm air came out of your mouth. Now you wanted to know what it was like for a bum to live in a cardboard box. Think of it as a cardboard box bedroom. I was ready to end my life then. I lay awake on a cold, cold bed staring at a ceiling, bundled in a jacket, knit cap, and Nike shoes filled with thermal socks.
It felt like Heavens Gate at Hale Bopp for me, but Applegate already left the building.
Then Lucy Cortina and Billy the Freak came to the rescue.
|04 Jan 2006||Felicia The Great||It seems that I have a fan.
I have a young man who wants to shower me with Tiffany diamonds, a house, and a Mercedes. I predict Lucy Cortina will get jealous about this.
I am afraid she will hate me if I plan to have plastic surgery for a double 38 B and cushy silicon breasts.
I see her fuming now. Oh.... I see her fuming now. Billy the Weeping freak beware. Be very aware.
|23 Dec 2005||Hoping is Dreaming, to me.||Searching www.google.co.uk for "How to Die" gets you 341,000,000 results (three hundred and fourty one million).
However, not only does google find the web pages for you, it also suggests two other searches: 'how to commit suicide' and 'how to kill yourself'! Google actually gives you these search terms without any warning and without you asking. Isn't that mad?
|21 Dec 2005||Felicia The Great||It seems I have major fans. Nobody knows what it is like to live on the rim of extinction. Billy the Freak is back, Lucy Cortina is in full swing with her knockers, Just a Girl is in hiatus, and as for me, I am just yammering away and reading these posts from the unfortunate and the too fortunate.
I will explain to you what a suicide kit is. A suicide kit has ten digits and a brain. At the present moment, as you are reading this post, your brain is functioning at will. In 25 or 40 years you will develop memory loss. You will die eventually some day, it could be tonight, it could be tomorrow. So stop making attempts in killing yourself and let nature take its course. Don't fast forward your life ending it with suicide because its too much work.
Would you find it too much work to do something thrilling like sky diving? Or surfing? Or working on occupations that are life threatening? If you plan on taking your life, why not enjoy it by helping others? You can save another person's life by risking your life. I see people everyday on a death wish. Their thoughts are to help the unfortunate.
As for me, being a dog groomer has its death wish too. You can be mauled to death by bathing a Pit Bull, Mastiff, or Rottweiler. Or get an infection from a fear biting Shih Tzu and die from it.
Death is all around you. Make the best of it. It only gets worst when you wallow in the "Woe is me" mentality mode. Has it occurred to you that there are mysteries out there you really should know about?
I salute to Billy, Lucy, Just a Girl, and the people that helped warm up this website, despite the cold, cold world.
And for you, I would like you to remember this that you are not alone and your life is not over. Feel free to email me whenever you can or simply submit to this seeking help posts in this website.
With Love Always,
Felicia The Great
|12 Dec 2005||no-expression||it hurts. like its actually a physical pain. ive never understood how something that has no scar can hurt. but it does. so much. plus there's this constant throbbing. i cant make i stop, its always there. i cant figure that out either. there's also the vaccuum. im standing in a crowd but im he only one there. like theres a shield. or a wall, only a clear one. because i can see through it. i can see everyone else. i call them, wait, no, i scream their names. they should hear me right? i mean, they really should. or wait. maybe im not shouting loud enough? ok i shout louder, but still. nothing. and the weight. that i carry around. this unseen burden that seems to grow with every breath i take. sometimes i try not to breathe. maybe if i dont breathe, then it wont get any heavier than it is now. but i cant stop breathing. my body is my enemy in this game. i say stop breaathing, but it continues. and now i dont know. i want to have it ripped out, please, even if it hurts, i want it to be done. then the sun will shine, right? and the birds will sing for me. because right now they are only singing for everyone else but me.|