Jack:

i am jack
jacks last breath, i am jacks cold blood, i am his boiling sweat. i am jacks burning twisted hate. I am his twisted grove of tulips, full of unwanted tender ..nothing.

jacks parents beat him every day, he doesnt know what to do, they say if he tells they will kill him, jack likes vodka and wisky, he gos to school every day, does he learn? no, he vomits behind the school caffiteria and drinks vodka and what ever 80 proof he can get, alone, the popular kid just made fun of jack, today jack doesnt come to school, he is bying a gun and crack, he will be the school biggest drug dealer now, LA, LA, LA, jack snorts 3 lines of quality crack, the pricible is on to jack, jack gives him wisky and rum! no use for jack, the princible is mad, run jack run, but jack wont run, jack uses his gun, he pastes the princible in the head, his brains are painted on the wall, they remind jack of pollock, but jack doesnt care, he is high, he is calm, does your job bother you? no, you bother me jack, jack drinks some 80 proof to clear his mind, the princible is dead, what now? haha? LA, LK, LA, STOP jack, no you know you want to, continue please, jack goes home, the drugs are wearing off, he has a head ache, a bad one, he is scared, he is clamy and sweating, jack takes many pills out of a container and swallows them down with wiskey, the clock is spinning, jacks eyes are bulging, jacks head is bulging, jack is cunfuzed and up set, jack begins to crave, jack craves heroin, the almight drug, jack needs the releaf after all the tention, he starts to prepare, boiling down the sweet powder, TICK TICK TCIK jacks clock is brocken, he doesnt care, all he cares about is his heroin, he went from nothing to addict in no time, jack shoots up..5 minutes pass jack is happy 10 minutes pass..jack hears a knock on the door,jack, we would like to ask you a few questions about your princibles death, jack is nervous, he shoots up again, he doesnt know why, they knock again,jack reaches for his gun, places the cold muzzle to his forhead, it slides down from jacks sweat, jack brings it up again,sqeezes the trigger and sends a single bullet down the chamber and the barrel, he feels it slowly enter his forhead, cutting away at his flesh, the bullet has already ended such a short life s there is no turning back, there is a hole in jacks frontal bone, the bullet travels on into jacks frontal lobe, he loses judgment emotions motivaion and memory, jacks head starts to kick back, it enters jacks libic lobe, causing jack to lose his olfaction, the bullet hits jacks soft Thalamus, and goes to his Occipital Lobe jack can't see anymore, he is blind, but jack is falling back, jack is dead, the bullet makes an exit wound after pounturing jacks occipital bone, jack is in the afterlife, jack has no use for his body or sences, jack has no knoledege of the police outside in the hall jack is drifting up, through the wall, jack would think, and tell you something, but jack is dead, jack is the one in the body bag now, jack will be creamated and thrown away as jacks parents dont care about him, jacks remains will be left to rot, maybe to grow some pot in the local park, jack would have always liked that...

poor jack

damnit trooper when the fuck you going to kill your self here i was thinking you are such a fool you might do it but then i still see you posting