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Gasoline

don’t use gasoline

by gossamer 7/20/2014

written by gossamer

So I doused myself in gasoline today, because I was having another of my apoplectic fits. I did this right in front of my girlfriend, after cutting my forearm with a sawzall blade and scratching my throat with the same.

I guess I just kept driving myself to up the ante. I was working – with lead paint? maybe that matters. Fits of apoplexy are nothing new to me… I was scraping lead paint. The guy I’d given $70 bucks to to help me with my yard hadn’t showed up. Just a down on his luck hobo who was going to help me clear weeds, kept […]

7/20/2014 5 comments

Medications not cutting it?

by DennisS 7/1/2013

written by DennisS

Consider the following, albeit imperfect, analogy.
The inventor of the automobile designed his creation to need both gasoline and oil. Remove one or the other and it will not function properly, if at all.
Then consider yourself a creation made by God, Who designed you as being both body and spirit. You feed yourself the best of foods (or medications) but you neglect feeding your spirit – you will be deficient in what it takes to make you *run* properly.
Trust me, friend. I scoffed for many years at God. Who needs it? I’m my own person, I am independent, I don’t need anyone or […]

7/1/2013 4 comments

Need some help!

by Kman 6/2/2013

written by Kman

So I’ve been thinking about the Helium method, since its the least painful, and seems the quickest.
I do not have access to firearms, and dousing myself in gasoline and lighting a match doesnt seem like a peaceful and painless way to go out gracefully.
And no, please no “dont do it” this website is for those of us who are ready to make the final step, and if i cant get the helium method to work, i will just have to go out on the train tracks, and wait for a freight train, although I think it might hurt (even for a split millisecond) […]

6/2/2013 3 comments

the scent of butane and drunk males

by Miss Blythe 5/18/2013

written by Miss Blythe

I’m sorry in advance if my spelling and such get a bit messy in this post, too much to say to be able to concentrate.
My mom gave me a Zippo today with her old initials and my dad’s, and much earlier I had reflected on the story about the boy who soaked his bath robe in gasoline and lit himself on fire.
I’ve been cutting lately, and one is in plain sight. I wrote over it in sharpie, but its red around it so I assume people have noticed. I confessed to someone I plan to befriend that I cut earlier, but I said […]

5/18/2013 4 comments

Gasoline teardrops on a broken sun .

by perfectspring 1/2/2013

written by perfectspring

I will waitâ€¦
I will wait for the day,
And these miles of snow,
Will be melting away.

I sleep under black moon,
And wait for the rain,
Hoping I donâ€™t sink
When this flood breaks again.

Through my windows itâ€™s pouring
And this end seems so slow,
Like a thousand cigarettes
Under melting snow.

These white tears of winter,
Fucking melting away,
But this dead body stays there,
On my sheets,it just lays hereâ€¦

1/2/2013 0 comment

Antarctic Bones

by Cheerio 12/26/2011

written by Cheerio

half heartedly i name the things
you suggested to me
somewhat in consideration but
in the back of my mind this just isnt right
the stars are too bright too clear
i dont want to see whats happening
yeah sure write what you want
the weekly apology

try to invest in me
have a morning glass of gasoline
have an afternoon light
when a break from bad luck is right
life leads you through a bad scene
focus only on whats happening
don’t forget details are the key

ever since i chose what i chose
i have antarctic bones
real love is a daydream
absent from reality
i cant seem to find it within me
not anyone except for you
can give it straight
bring it […]

12/26/2011 2 comments