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  1. #21
    Kafka sweaty
    Going to go with bleach and vinegar and inhale the fumes. I'd like to know if it causes eye irritation, what concentrations are needed, how long it takes to die and if I have a window open during it how long will it take for the room to become safe again.
  2. #22
    Originally posted by Kafka Going to go with bleach and vinegar and inhale the fumes. I'd like to know if it causes eye irritation, what concentrations are needed, how long it takes to die and if I have a window open during it how long will it take for the room to become safe again.

    Why not just do the carbon monoxide thing? very easy and painless.
  3. #23
    CASPER Soldier of Fourchin
    Originally posted by Kafka Going to go with bleach and vinegar and inhale the fumes. I'd like to know if it causes eye irritation, what concentrations are needed, how long it takes to die and if I have a window open during it how long will it take for the room to become safe again.

    Why do you insist on playing at these fantasy scenarios? There are thousands of ways to kill yourself, if you were so inclined. This is just silly.
  4. #24
    I wish she'd just go ahead and post her fun bags instead.
  5. #25
    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    I heard the method is not by using nitrogen gas but instead by using a nitrogen salt like ammonium nitrate or something with more nitrogen and generating the gas from that.

    Or using a tank of helium or argon
  6. #26
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson I wish she'd just go ahead and post her fun bags instead.

    They're not bad
  7. #27
    Kafka sweaty
    "Sometimes I just want to get a fake orange spray tan and bleach my hair blonde and wear Hollister and A&F and American Eagle and Uggs exclusively and wear frosted lipgloss and make ducklips faces and care about Jersey Shore and Gossip Girl. because apparently “nice” dudes hate when girls do that because it’s “fake”, it’s “slutty”, it’s overdone/tasteless/”dumb” but fuck you. Everything is fake. All persona is persona including what you’ve been conditioned to perceive as a “neutral”/”inoffensive” appearance.

    Because I don’t want your “respect”, and I certainly don’t need your advice on how to “respect” a body. I don’t need your fake concern about skin cancer and burns on my scalp when my body doesn’t even feel like mine sometimes. When breast cancer becomes selling sex to teenage boys who wouldn’t tell you about the lump in your breast they felt while they were feeling you up. Your concern for my body will always be mediocre until it is mine to create/destroy/create, and even then it wouldn’t even matter because you do not inhabit this flesh, or these organs, or this mucus/snot/bile/blood/spit/fluid/fluid/fluid. So stop trying to crawl into my bed of skin, asshole. Stop trying to own my ugliness. you can’t have it. Too bad, so sad.

    I don’t want you to wait before I leave the room to talk about how gross I am. I want my skin to be greasy and leave big orange stains on every man who touches me and who I choose to touch. I want my hair to make you puke. I want my clothes to remind you of how capitalism lives in tube tops and booty shorts just as well as it does in jeans and a t-shirt or whatever the fuck makes you feel like the girl you wanna fuck is real “authentic”, real “down-to-earth” or whatever. I want to remind you that every picture is posed. No expression can be pure when you can see the camera and the camera can see you. I want you to know that I spent three goddamn hours straightening my hair and putting on my eyeliner over and over again and removing it over and over again so there’s light grey rings under my eyes and when I reapplied my lipgloss for the 20th time tonight in the backseat of my best friend’s car it hit a pothole so it’s smudging against my lipliner and I’m still not “sexy” to your pretentious John Lennon art school ass. My labor is MINE, and it’s ugly because God loves ugly. I wasn’t put on this earth to give you a hard on. I want to scream and drink and grind to shitty club music because I want to scare the living shit out of you. I want you to go home and post a Facebook update about how “our generation is doomed” and get twenty likes from all your pretentious John Lennon art school friends and all your fedora-wearing self-entitled pasty sarcastic bros and all your Edgewatch xvx police officers and all your “nice guy” indie rock microbrew date rapists who all secretly wish they could make a man want to remove himself from this earth just by getting a spray tan.

    I don’t want you to want to fuck me, BRO. I want you to have to look at me. I want to be the bright orange flesh you don’t want to fuck but you also can’t ignore. I want you to be very, very scared of what is going to come out of my mouth. I want you to cringe at the sound of my voice because it is both too feminine and too loud. your disgust makes me even louder, even more powerful. and it’s so funny to me, so funny to me, because you know and I know we are both just pretending we aren’t aware that deep down you so badly wish you could be a monster, too."
  8. #28
    CASPER Soldier of Fourchin
    Originally posted by Fax 📠 They're not bad

    Rape
  9. #29
    What_a_Kreep Tuskegee Airman
    There's a great Louis Theroux documentary about this. It's about people wanting to kill themselves. There was a couple that provided the service. A service as in a "how to guide" and I know it involved a bag but it's been a while since I've seen it.

    Choosing Death! That's the name. Great British journalist and interesting topic. I highly recommend.
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  10. #30
    Originally posted by What_a_Kreep There's a great Louis Theroux documentary about this. It's about people wanting to kill themselves. There was a couple that provided the service. A service as in a "how to guide" and I know it involved a bag but it's been a while since I've seen it.

    Choosing Death! That's the name. Great British journalist and interesting topic. I highly recommend.

    His documentaries are always great...loved the ones about Westboro Baptist church.
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  11. #31
    What_a_Kreep Tuskegee Airman
    Also, when I think of "exit bags" this scene pops into my head:

  12. #32
    What_a_Kreep Tuskegee Airman
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson His documentaries are always great…loved the ones about Westboro Baptist church.

    He did two of them! He went back 10 years later and did a follow up with those weirdos. It's even better than the original if I remember correctly. I loved his "Weird Weekends" he did one in the porn industry, and one with a televangelist. I've probably seen all of his documentaries and series. The only one I didn't like was the scientology one, it was boring. I saw a better scientology doc. on Netflix.
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  13. #33
    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Originally posted by Malice Yeah, exit bag with an inert gas would be the best choice. Unfortunately due to a helium shortage they started mixing the personal party tanks you could buy online and in some stores with 20% oxygen, ruining them for the purpose of suicide. There are others, just not as convenient.

    I would also utilize drugs; anxiolytics to take care of anxiety, opioids for pain and pleasure, whatever works for you.
    Originally posted by Malice What method are you thinking of using? These are the ones I'd go with:

    Pentobarnital + cocktail

    Exit bag + cocktail

    Opioid + benzo + cocktail

    When you're so overwhelmed with your problems and the problems of the world, of life and existence/reality, all alone with no one to help of speak to, if you could even convey the things that really mattered to you and be understood.

    It really makes suicide appealing, doesn't it?

    I really don't want to live, I want to commit suicide, but I'm also afraid of the finality of death, even though I believe our perceptions of ourselves are likely illusory. I've read that psychedelics have been very effecting for people in the end of life stage, helping them achieve closure, to come to terms with death and accept it. At the very least maybe they'll allow me to overcome my fear of death, like many non-terminal people report as well, and I'll be able to go in peace. The idea of taking a large dose of benzos so I'll be calm and won't even care, maybe an opiate if I react well to it, and strapping myself into an exit bag feels very appealing.
  14. #34
    After all the effort put forth in this thread, I think we need a human sacrifice at this point.
  15. #35
    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Kafka now lives a segmented existence away from the secular world tending to a garden and producing nosegays and small handicrafts for sale at the local market

    Next we are teaching survival skills to women along with leadership skills so they can teach women how to teach survival skills to other women so they can live off the land away from electricity because men use it to control women
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  16. #36
    Fonaplats victim of incest [daylong jump-start that nome]
    She killed herself last night.
    Women just go off the deep end over any little thing.
    She definitely proved to everyone how weak and delusional a woman can get when she's not cumming enough.
  17. #37
    Bradley Florida Man
    I got 2 tickets to paradise. Pack your bags and we'll leave tonight
  18. #38
    Originally posted by Fonaplats She killed herself last night.
    Women just go off the deep end over any little thing.
    She definitely proved to everyone how weak and delusional a woman can get when she's not cumming enough.

    I bet the funeral director rapes the corpse.
  19. #39
    NiS: The Kafka Killers

    Coming soon to a theatre near you.
  20. #40
    It's the cats I feel sorry for.
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