nothing left here now but the recordings

[disembrainer]

This is J3rd here.
As requested in nick's post-death document that was presented to me at his funeral, I am to distribute the 'Suicide Press Release' as he refers to it.

"As many of you may have already been informed, I am [as far as I know] DEAD. Wading through the tides of nonexistance. nothingness tickles my unskin. my unlungs are filled with UN.

Comments

[nixvivivi]

real, sad, lively, communicative, and remebered. know this.

[extinctionize]

I really hope this isnt real!?

[disembrainer]

/yes

[extinctionize]

yes this isnt realy or yes it is!?

you undead FUCKER!

[engulfed]

i miss him, even if i only did know him online...

[disembrainer]

short and sweet.
rock.
yeah. give me your address.
i have something for you.
starts with a P
ends with T

with a "sychic TV's Dreams Less Swee" somewhere in between.

[engulfed]

!!!!
i bash the keyboard with glee. It says "aldfka;oifjai!!"
[just let me set up a PO box so it doesn't get confiscated by buffalo, &you shall have it!]

[engulfed]

Death to PO boxes; check your email.

[brokenaxiom]

i knew th reasons were different a human unto himself and hisself only.

missed.

[disembrainer]

dude. i tried to call you to tell you of the farcical nature of it all.
BUT! i couldnt find your number in your journal////my long distance is defunkt.

[anonymous]

i never got the chance to tell you nick, but i loved you..i need to be with you...swimming in the sea of UN...this will be my last comment...for i wish to be with my beloved..

you win

you make sense