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Sad. Not that the crazy whacko off'd himself, but the fact that people can get so nuts to that point, without someone to notice or help them. It had to be a long descent. To me that's sad.
Anyways, it didnt even seem real when he did it, sounded like a cap gun. Weird. The flowing fountain of what Im assuming was blood and feces sounded like a soothing stream in the woods.
Maybe he's dancing with bjork in the forest now.
btw, I think I'm going to write a song now called The Best of Me.
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