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Èͼ Èͼ Èͼ ÈÍÍÍÍͼ Èͼ Èͼ ÈÍÍÍÍÍͼ Èͼ
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Welcome to the twenty first installment of THO, in this issue I shall
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be adressing the subject of (dum dum dum...) DEATH!!! Of course this
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won't be your everyday run of the mill story keep in mind, but none
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the less it shall be rather good.
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Dead
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By
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Pip the Angry Youth
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Who would've thought I would go out like this? On my back, alone and
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light headed. None of us saw the gas coming down the corridor until
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it was way too late for any of us. At first it seemed like nothing
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was going to happen, but it took about an hour for me to notice
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anything different. First the room started spinning around and
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around, I think I heard someone scream for help, but I wasn't able to
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see what direction it was coming from let alone help them.
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I lived the charmed life, protected from everything on the outside, I
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had a wife and kids. My God, what will my wife think? It's too late
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for worry, but not for regrets. I can't remember the last time I told
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her that I loved her. My dear, I hope to see you on the other side.
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What about work? I had alot more to do with my life, I never bothered
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anyone in my life and look where it got me! No, I must stop feeling
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sorry for myself. I have to get ready for the afterlife, if there is
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one. What if there isn't a God? What if this is just the end of it
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and I am swallowed by the nothingness that is death? What if... What
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if... What if... No more what ifs, what is about to happen is all
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that matters. I'm going to die here without anyone to hold me,
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without anyone to grieve for me. Everyone else is allready gone, the
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poor fellows. We're all alone and not another cockroach to speak to.
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Good bye cruel world, good bye.
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THIS FILE WAS WHAT THE AUTHOR FEELS WAS THE LAST THOUGHTS OF THE LATE
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GEORGE THE COCKROACH. THE BEST LITTLE BRINGER OF FILTH THAT EVER
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LIVED.
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GEORGE T. COCKROACH
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FEBUARY 12, 1994
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TO
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MARCH 15, 1994
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spam spam spam spam SPAM!!!
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Spam is a trendy word nowadays, so for future reference Pork Roll is
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what you shall worship. That is all.
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Peace,
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Pip the Angry Youth
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