however someone must have concieved it.

For some strange and unknown reason, an inconsiderate person has decided to delete the legendary and (some thought) immortal "Importance of Punch" thread. With somewhere around 264 posts it was ridiculous, full of tangents, and no real subject as it strayed inevitably away from the story written ( which was the subject of course). Thanks to Transient, Def, and Soulinsane for keeping it alive and now that it has been murdered in a way you don't want to think about, let's start over!

here's a new ending ( wehre she doesn't shoot) to that story you already read.
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He followed my eyes. He said, “Or were you trying to get rid of a pest, of something that has been coaxing you away from your tribulation that you hold so dear? Poor little bug.”
I couldn’t take it.
I allowed my eyes to pour the salt and bitterness that had possessed me forever.
I gushed ,in torrents, my story and my fears and let my tongue run wild with the air I was spitting out. Most of it didn’t make any sense at all but I think he understood me. Maybe he didn’t feel sympathy or empathy or anything at all, I never knew him. My selfishness had kept me from becoming something worthy of his attention. Albeit, selfishness is something that so many people take for granted. “Everyone cares too much about other people”, I always thought. I was afraid of everything and dependent on everything. In short, I was inevitably, everything I never wanted to be.
Delusional and dazed and wallowing in the destruction of myself I began to drift off into that glorious wax puddle of sleep that we all experienced as children and never really remembered. I ceased to see people as objects and as I drifted I realized that it was a sort of death I was coming to, leaving myself behind. Rewinding and rerecording might be easy enough.
When I awoke, he was gone and so was I. Grabbing the keys to my car, I slipped behind the wheel and pulled out of the driveway, I was going to start over with a clean slate and live! I would be alive! Death was just not appealing anymore.
I said to myself, “To live would be a great adventure.”

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Rejoice.

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hehe

I moved it to chit-chat, it was disrupting peace here, so please continue there, we can't have our lyrical minds deranged now can we...