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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