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The Hidden Obvious 021
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Welcome to the twenty first installment of THO, in this issue I shall
be adressing the subject of (dum dum dum...) DEATH!!! Of course this
won't be your everyday run of the mill story keep in mind, but none
the less it shall be rather good.
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Dead
By
Pip the Angry Youth
Who would've thought I would go out like this? On my back, alone and
light headed. None of us saw the gas coming down the corridor until
it was way too late for any of us. At first it seemed like nothing
was going to happen, but it took about an hour for me to notice
anything different. First the room started spinning around and
around, I think I heard someone scream for help, but I wasn't able to
see what direction it was coming from let alone help them.
I lived the charmed life, protected from everything on the outside, I
had a wife and kids. My God, what will my wife think? It's too late
for worry, but not for regrets. I can't remember the last time I told
her that I loved her. My dear, I hope to see you on the other side.
What about work? I had alot more to do with my life, I never bothered
anyone in my life and look where it got me! No, I must stop feeling
sorry for myself. I have to get ready for the afterlife, if there is
one. What if there isn't a God? What if this is just the end of it
and I am swallowed by the nothingness that is death? What if... What
if... What if... No more what ifs, what is about to happen is all
that matters. I'm going to die here without anyone to hold me,
without anyone to grieve for me. Everyone else is allready gone, the
poor fellows. We're all alone and not another cockroach to speak to.
Good bye cruel world, good bye.
THIS FILE WAS WHAT THE AUTHOR FEELS WAS THE LAST THOUGHTS OF THE LATE
GEORGE THE COCKROACH. THE BEST LITTLE BRINGER OF FILTH THAT EVER
LIVED.
GEORGE T. COCKROACH
FEBUARY 12, 1994
TO
MARCH 15, 1994
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spam spam spam spam SPAM!!!
Spam is a trendy word nowadays, so for future reference Pork Roll is
what you shall worship. That is all.
Peace,
Pip the Angry Youth
