while the notion of the word suicide has lost its edge around here in recent time, if we consider an expansion on the legal definition to include C3X's next Rio escape where he disappears for 7 days and 7 nights of spirited commingling with the natives to the rhythm of shins hammering a coffee table in some pit with no windows or electricity, then cool, because if you know anything about physics and chemistry, you don't attempt a stunt like that. alas, such are the meager joys.

and when the next test panel comes back looking like a jackson pollock and all his problems are suddenly solved by having ignored one, i imagine the quiet moment to follow falling somewhere between the sorrow of darren james and how you feel when your favorite band decides to take things in a new direction. in other words how the bad guys felt at the end of Spartacus.

and on that fateful day things will get left unsaid so may as well say them now: C3X, we hardly knew ye. once again your sloth, indolence, and disregard for others have put the whole holiday season at risk.

"There are the naysayers. People who don’t believe I have “what it takes”. People who call me “reckless,” “stupid,” and “a future Darwin Award winner.” People who don’t let their kids play over at my house, and who’ve put money on the over/under for my expiration date. To them, I only say: If your imagination is so completely untethered to reality that you can dream it, who’s to say you can’t achieve it?" -ChristianXXX, christiansingstheblue.com