Random Insanity Alliance Forum, Mark V
Cactuar Zone => Random lnsanity => Topic started by: Chaos Poet on August 20, 2007, 12:29:50 pm
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I posted this here so that you all may see it. He was such a crazy person...A fitting memorial.
Today marks a sad day in RIA, lUE and Internet History. Kenneth Arlen Gordon III, The Web Admin Of this site, has died of "unexplained causes". He like so many others died in his sleep. None knows how, we are still waiting for the results. When I called his phone it was disconnected. I then called his house, which he told me to call only in emergencies, I just wanted to annoy him in my usual manner. It was then that his brother told me the news...I have so much I wish I could tell him. I pissed him off so much. I just wish I had called sooner. So many regrets at a memory lost. I feel as if his death was on me. His phone was diconnected...Was it intentional? Was he that screwed up that I could not see his pain? He was a person who was unafraid of giving and as such you gave for him. HE made us all laugh and gave us great memories. He will be missed! As when all heros die. We shall do a 500 saLUEte!
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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more info as uncovered.
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I dont even know if I want to be here anymore...I think I am going to resign And I will give all of my stuff to a few worthy members. This is such a bitter moment for me... Everywhere on this board and of Cybernations reminds me of him!
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Wait, seriously?
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Best suicide note EVER.
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No , Fucking listen to me... he is dead! I'M THE ONE WHO ALWAYS HATED WHEN HE DID THIS SHIT? That's the only picture I could find at the moment. I guess there is irony in that Kenny just gave you one last laugh.
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Kenny's going to kill you when he sees this topic...
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this is probably real, Ian, I feel your pain 4 kids where Im from got into a wreck 2 died 2 in critical, its shit...
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*cough* kenny is on msn right now *cough*
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Kenny will not be amused.
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Kenny's going to kill you when he sees this topic...
Someone must film that
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Didn't he kill Zeep last time?
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Oh God. I forgot that. He went apeshit.
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His name is Mary, not notMary.
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To bad he isnt.
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you killed kenny! you bastard!
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you killed kenny! you bastard!
Was waiting for someone to say that.
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kenny can't die, we all have kenny on our hearts, gut, and possibly vaginas.
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yep best suicide note evar...
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o_O"
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