I can’t be in love if it’s plastic
To live on my own just seems tragic
But we’ll raise our swords high when our day comes
You thought it was gold but it was bronze

So get here in time when our day comes
You thought it was gold but it was bronze
Get here in time when our day comes
You thought it was gold but it was bronze

So I guess it’s goodbye now, it’s over
Nothing much changed, we’re just older
But if I see you again back in detox
Put my remains in my snuff box

So get here in time when our day comes
You thought it was gold but it was bronze
Get here in time when our day comes
You thought it was gold but it was bronze

Well it’s not long now till it’s over
Nothing much changed, we’re just older
But if I see you again back in detox
Put my remains in my snuff box

So get here in time when our day comes
You thought it was gold but it was bronze
Get here in time when our day comes
You thought it was gold but it was bronze

‘Best option to use to commit suicide’

Any damage to the brain is unreliable at best. Brain damage results in that vegetative state. The bullet is flexible and the brain is resilient; you will end up as often as not a faceless, motionless wretch, trapped in a body that no longer moves, hearing and feeling a world you cannot touch, taste or see.

The heart is less resilient. Major disruption to the vena cavae, the ventricles, or the arteries will stop the body’s ability to maintain necessary pressure. A fountain of blood will burst forth from the chest, staining the space around the body like so much rust; a temporary and tragic testament to a waste of lead and life and the love of those around. And do you know where the heart is? Most people don’t; it’s more central than the usual expectations. A bullet through the upper part of the lung is very survivable indeed. You might breathe funny and destroy your ability to move your arm, and live again, a more miserable existence than that in which you find yourself at present.

Here’s the real hell of it: depression and frustration and hatred are mechanisms to prevent activity in a different world than that in which we live now. It is best to sleep long hours and move little when the nights are long and the days are short and the food is scarce, during the dark European winter. But the adaptation is no longer relevant now when we are expected to move about, when we can shut ourselves inside and make an artificial night.

We must instead play a different trick on the wicked and limited body and brain. We must convince it that we are heir to the greatness of our ancestors, that we are still the mighty hunter on the plains of Africa. We must run - a block or two at first, and damn the opinions of the onlookers. We must gradually run further until our breath comes in ragged gasps and the sweat of our back runs down the crack of our ass, and we must learn to love the fire in our lungs and muscles.

Because, you see, your fear and sadness are lies. Your empty threat of harm to others is as well. Suicide promises a respite, an early exit that must be reached in a few short years in any case. This promise might be great, or it might not; but you can take advantage of death at any *later* time, and cannot reverse the decision to die once you’ve acted upon it.

So live, and run, and learn things and win meaningful victories. I will be truly amazed if doing this does not erase your urge to die.

I remember, when 9/11 went down, my reaction was, “Well, I’ve had it with humanity.”

But I was wrong. I don’t know what’s going to be revealed to be behind all of this mayhem. One human insect or a poisonous mass of broken sociopaths.

But here’s what I DO know. If it’s one person or a HUNDRED people, that number is not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the population on this planet. You watch the videos of the carnage and there are people running TOWARDS the destruction to help out. (Thanks FAKE Gallery founder and owner Paul Kozlowski for pointing this out to me). This is a giant planet and we’re lucky to live on it but there are prices and penalties incurred for the daily miracle of existence. One of them is, every once in awhile, the wiring of a tiny sliver of the species gets snarled and they’re pointed towards darkness.

But the vast majority stands against that darkness and, like white blood cells attacking a virus, they dilute and weaken and eventually wash away the evil doers and, more importantly, the damage they wreak. This is beyond religion or creed or nation. We would not be here if humanity were inherently evil. We’d have eaten ourselves alive long ago.

So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, “The good outnumber you, and we always will.”