CK. Ceekay. How did he die?

Location: Hospital

Process: Unplug the infusion tube.

Cause of death: suicide.

C.k., in his last despair,

Took more than 80 sleeping pills,

And injected with ice.

Cut the thigh and wrist with a dagger.

One of them stabbed deeply in the wrist.

But my aunt found it around 9: 00 the next morning.

Suicide failed,

Be taken to the doctor by ambulance.

The first night after the successful rescue.

She chose to commit suicide again. Unplug the infusion tube.

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About C.K.:

Her grandfather was Irish, and she was a quarter Irish.

To tell the truth, she looks a little scary.

Actually, she's cute.

Too bad she's dead.

She is actually very talented,

Many record companies have looked for her, but I don't know why I didn't know her until I died.

She is a pharmacist and a Gothic woman.

She has a small face and a pointed chin.

Black scorpion tattooed on his left face.

I made five holes at a time,

An eyebrow nail, a tongue nail, two lip nails,

And the terrible breastplate.

She said:

I will die again and again to prove that life is endless.

She has a special voice and writes special lyrics.

She, C.K.//Ceekay, a special name,

Special surname, special mystery of death.

In a word, she is special.

Let's remember C.K. and that mysterious woman.

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C.k.' s last diary:

I have a stomachache.

Weird posture froze in the soft chair.

Sweating all over.

Probably hungry.

I stood up in high spirits and went to find some baking soda cookies to eat.

My stomach is cramped.

Rush into the bathroom and retch.

I can't spit anything out.

I can only habitually squat down and pick my throat.

When I put my finger in, I felt sick.

Finally spit it out, and the gastric juice lubricated the esophagus.

I just want to get rid of this discomfort.

Digging for a minute or two, the fingertips are getting harder and harder.

There are blood drops on the white tiles.

I don't know if my nails hurt my throat or I have a nosebleed.

In short, the throat and nose began to spray blood, mixed with stomach acid and filth.

Your face and hands are covered with blood and saliva.

I am hysterical. I just want to throw up everything in my stomach, so I will feel better.

My eyes are black when I stand up.

Stumbling against the wall for a while.

I stared vaguely at myself in the bathroom mirror.

This scene is repeated almost every year.

I'm so tired.

What festival is it today?

It seems to be New Year's Eve.

Fireworks were set off everywhere, and the night outside the window was like day.

Ears, but can't hear any sound.

The nosebleed is still running.

Slip through the corners of your mouth, drop down your chin and drop on your collarbone and chest.

Sweet smell of fish.

Wash your face with cold water at will.

He cocked his neck motionless and finally stopped the nosebleed.

Go back to your room.

Go online.

The dim light of the computer.

Look at her signature and make fun of Mr. and Mrs. White.

After watching her for a long time, she is still a door.

Suddenly I cried.

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What C.K. said to everyone:

From c.k space

I'm not an artist or a public figure, so I don't need to put up with anyone and please anyone, especially if it's just the Internet.

Read if you like, and leave if you don't agree.

I still habitually delete all those who deliberately criticize me for making trouble on Q.

I still habitually delete those words that I don't like to hear in this space.

Whether you have a personality or not is none of my business.

I didn't mess with you. I sleepwalk on my own small website and never bother anyone.

Your paws are scratching me. I can kick you out anytime.

I'm not bothering you, so please don't bother me.

Someone added me to brag about your so-called music, so-called HIPHOP, so-called rock.

Sorry, none of the above interests me.

Accurately speaking, I don't hate music, but what I hate is mostly these self-righteous rock music and black bubble music.

One by one, I fantasize that I have the sharpest insight, the most talent and the most temper in the world. It's just that your talent has not been discovered, and you are full of extreme stupidity.

Forget your own vanity and fantasy, and let me agree with you.

If I reply to a message slowly, I can make you swear. Doesn't it hurt the liver?

So maybe I couldn't respond to your excitement and enthusiasm, which hurt your self-esteem and made personal attacks on me in anger.

Or take the initiative to delete me and tell your group of equally lovely children that CK talked to you today and you ignored her. What a boring person she is.

All right, then you stay there.

Do you think I am as empty as you? I ran to your site and pulled a bunch of nutritious things, then sneaked back and spoke ill of you to my friends everywhere.

Or make up some stories, even better. I have a crush on you and admire you until your behavior is out of control, so you should not be careful to have an affair with me.

What are you trying to prove?

Prove that you are the embodiment of light and justice.

Or prove that you are Godzilla, you are the darkest, sexiest and invincible in the dark world.

Transformers, right

I really can't learn to take you seriously. In view of the above groups.

Love who.