Burning up from the brain down

                                    Care to join me?

                               Oh, no thanks.  I prefer to go it alone.

                   The whole "There's no "I" in suicide," kind of thing.

                          I just meant for a cigarette.

Oh... You know how expensive those things are nowadays?!

                  Think how much money you'd save if I was gone.

                              Or how much if you just quit.

                                   Same difference.

The Visitor

                       Hello.

                                  Hi.

                              How are you doing today?

                            I'm ok... um, who are you?

                        Oh, c'mon.  You remember me... I'm a suicidal thought.

                             A suicidal thought?

         Yeah, c'mon.  You must remember.  I stop by and see you from time to time.

       Hmm, wow,  I'm sorry, I'm just having a lot of trouble with my memory lately.

                   Sure, I understand.  Is there anything I can help you with today?

                      Uh... no, I don't think so....

                         Well, just let me know.

                  Um, how exactly could you, a suicidal thought, help me anyway?

                That depends on where you are, what you're looking for.  Are you tired?

                    Yeah, of course.  Always.

                     See, maybe I can help you with that.  Maybe I can't.

                          Hmm

                       Do you have anything to do today?

                            No, of course not.  Never.

                     See, maybe I can help you with that.  Maybe I can't.

                       I think I remember you, actually.  You're beautiful.

                   Ironic, isn't it?  Well, let me know if you need anything.

                   Wait!  Don't go!  I'm so lonely...

                          Oh, don't worry.  I'll be back.  I'll be visiting you again.

Dinner Party

                               I was in line at the dinner party

                                     Buffet style

                  Everyone was talking about the dumplings, how good.

                       I had to get out of line to go watch a girl hang herself.

     When I got back in line, it seemed like it was moving so slow, taking forever.

I got to the buffet table, all the dumplings were gone.  And all the food was gone.

                            And I knew, that my life was supposed to end.

                       I never should have gotten out of line, but I'm glad I did.

Not a quadlemma

                                          Oh my gosh!

                                         What?

               That man just jumped down onto the subway tracks!

                                 Are you serious?  What's he doing?

                             He's yelling something about wanting to die!

                                        Oh my gosh!

                          Quick, run outside and get help!  I'll try to talk to him.

                                         I can't.

                                    What?  What do you mean?

                                  I already swiped my metrocard.

                                     Oh, that's a good point.

                           I mean, I'm sorry, it's just with no job, and the economy....

                                      No, no, no, I totally hear you.

                                           Yeah, thanks.

                                 Well, let's see if we can talk to him anyway.

                                     Okay.  Oh look,  here's our train.  Finally!

Oh good!  Ya know, it's so depressing that they're talking about raising the fares again.

                                          They are?!