Fortune Telling Collection - Zodiac Guide - What kind of person is Shen Ke about C.K.? It seems to be legendary.

What kind of person is Shen Ke about C.K.? It seems to be legendary.

-# Personally think she's horrible. She is a Gothic girl who plays visual science. /kloc-started taking drugs at the age of 0/7, and flew to the sky at the age of 2 1 ... The following is her information: the death of C.K.

Location: Hospital

Process: Unplug the infusion tube.

Cause of death: suicide.

C.k., in his last despair,

Took more than 80 sleeping pills,

Injected with methamphetamine.

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 hospital by ambulance.

The first night after the successful rescue.

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

[Edit this paragraph] 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's a pharmacist,

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.

[Edit this paragraph] The last diary of ]C.K

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.

[Edit this paragraph] 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.

And then about this space.

To some kind friends,

You are always welcome to come here if you like. It may not make you happy, but at least it will give you a moment of peace.

I noticed everyone here.

Thank you for every little blessing and greeting you left.

I sincerely hope that when you leave, you didn't take away the negativity here, and you didn't take away your happiness and enrichment here.

I like everyone who can read this small room.

Therefore, I am willing to open my door only to these people, so that my good friends can feel the short-term warmth in this illusory darkness.

Even if it's only for a second. Then it is very valuable to me.

For some curious or heroic friends,

I have to explain here that I am really a smart, sensitive and suspicious person. Especially online.

I'm definitely not as mysterious as you think, I'm just talking to myself. Simply put, I want to eat lesbians when I leave the computer.

So you may sometimes read one of my journals or see a photo that makes you question me.

You'll start asking questions boldly.

The starting point may be care, pure curiosity, sarcasm and sympathy.

Whatever it is, you will find that I am not so friendly to you.

Because of simplicity, I hate talking about emotions. Especially since we don't know each other very well.

I don't care what you think when you ask questions. In short, your questions will hurt my self-esteem.

Then, if there are any problems in the future, those who just want to chat and make friends in adolescence, I suggest not to add me QQ.

I'm afraid your impression will be damaged.

I'm sorry. I may not be what you think at all. Not so easy to get along with.

To be precise, I really belong to the type that hates stars. I don't like you if you put a period.

And it seems that all my friends who have known me for a long time know that once I know someone, I will have a bad temper, behave violently and swear.

I suggest you don't "know" me. You'll regret it.

Please don't keep asking me if I want to stop with the background song.

And the names of the first two songs, M and C, I swear by my family, I really don't know what they are called.

I will never put anything in this space again.

So obviously, all the pictures and words you see here must be my own.

Then please don't put my things in your own place again.

Then, because of my guilty conscience, you came to tell me that you saw it somewhere else and thought it was an idiot.

This is low-level.

Of course, compared with some people who magically think that I am blind, I have been hiding Q for a long time under my nose.

People who often cram my latest photos, diaries and other things into the room at the first time are really a bit advanced.

Finally, if it is still useful, I will say it again.

If you want to reprint anything here, please leave a message as much as possible.

If it is a low-key or shy category, please indicate the author himself when reprinting.

I don't mean to respect originality, but at least please respect me.

I don't need these things to be seen by many people, and I don't need the so-called click-through rate.

When I was locked up and befriended with my close friends, my friends kept asking why.

The reason is above.

I must crack down on juvenile delinquency.

Salute, thank you.

A dead MC, say "rest in peace!" Playing goth and vision, wearing lipstick, smoking ... Feniks's apprentice, they created a melancholy fairy tale together. Besides, it cooperates with Guang Guang the most. A person who is quite low-key, even too low-key to Feniks, knows very little about C.K., so many things are not very clear. Did C.K. ever study in Guangzhou? Are these photos her real person? When on earth did she leave? What is the cause of suicide? I'm not sure about these, but nine times out of ten. C.K.' s songs are always full of sadness, as if her life had never been happy, even accompanied by pain. If so, then heaven may be her really happy home, so she left so early, leaving these sad voices. Some people say that her image is horrible and her music is negative. First of all, she is a goth and plays in the visual department, so the image problem is no longer a problem; Secondly, her music expresses true feelings, not fake hipa! The first time I heard C.K.' s voice was in saywut? mc！ In this song of cooperation with Xiaowu, I got to know this person from now on. C.H.U Vol.9 contains the Song of Sorrow by C.K. and Guang Guang. But I didn't know it until I heard the phrase "Shawn rest in peace, n homie gal c.k rest in peace" in the song "Day of Uprising" in the second volume of Journey to Xi. I suddenly felt a shocking fact, so I asked a lot of homiez, but no one could give me exact and detailed information about C.K., even hers. Of course, she did leave, very lightly. As for her death, it should be suicide. The way to commit suicide seems to be to cut your wrist (I'm not sure), but I'm not sure about the specific reasons for suicide. I read the fan messages on her homepage (C.K. has a lot of fans, which is crazy), and it is estimated to be June 65438- 10/2, 2008. Before, I thought that the lyrics of two songs written by EB were sung in memory of her. If so, she left as early as 2006, but now it seems that she died later. Anyway, let's say one more word for the absent soul: R.I.P! If you really like her, I will tell you a blog. There is her detailed explanation in it.

[Edit this paragraph] C.K Diary (several articles)

C.K.' s diary (several articles)

KK —2003. 1.02

Made her cry.

I really don't want to answer that phone.

In addition to embarrassment, it is still embarrassing.

I'm really sorry. I am immature.

I can only keep saying that.

Actually, I want to cry myself.

My hands are too tight. I'm bleeding. ============================================

KK —2003.2. 17

Taking steroids can cure colds. What should heartache eat?

All right, put a band-aid on your heart.

By the way, one may recover slowly, so post two.

I was startled when I looked in the mirror.

My face is paler than usual, my eyes are swollen and bloodshot.

It's ugly. Is this me?

You must stop being ugly.

Start my new life beautifully.

Yes Put on pajamas first.

This white robe makes me look more like a ghost.

I am old before I grow up.

So I decided to make up for my adolescence.

From now on. My name is Ceekay. 16 years old.

I like black.

Long nails.

I am a promising child.

I smoke more than some adult men.

I have dark circles.

I don't think happiness is that easy.

I am lovelorn. I ...

I slept for a while.

Even with alcohol and sleeping pills, I woke up.

I must admit that I still feel pain.

But it's normal.

I give myself a day. One day at most.

We must become better.

I came home at 3: 30 in the morning and started to keep a diary.

Excited and a little disappointed to plan my new life.

It would be more perfect if it were cloudy tomorrow.

I'm going to have my hair cut in the morning.

What can I do without me? They will degenerate and grow messy branches.

Then cut your nails.

Not at all. Cut it all off.

I've kept it for a long time, and now it's a little annoying.

For example, every time I wear contact lenses, my nails are too long and I almost pull my eyes out.

By the way, maybe I should buy some silver eye shadow.

My dark circles will not look so good after a long time.

Cover it up.

If my emotions heal faster, I should reward myself.

Kissing in the mirror or something.

Then call Blackie and tell him I'm fine.

When I am crazy, only he will be scared crazy by me.

He's old. Every time I scare him, he gets older.

Like last night, I squatted on the street corner crying at midnight 1 o'clock. I called him and told him I was going to jump into the river.

Blackie's voice trembled with fear and she began to stammer.

That poor old guy.

What would he do without me?

What would I do without him?

This is all I have left.

My best friend, Blackie.

I really want to hold him. It's disgusting.

I should learn to run.

You know, as a big star in the future, it is impossible to work hard.

You have to run to have a big lung capacity.

How much I love music. Music will love me too.

How nice I am. Fools don't like me.

Before that, I was just unlucky and fell in love with a fool among fools.

You see, how miserable I have tortured myself.

Now I'm getting better.

After all, there are not many fools in this world.

Just don't meet any more fools. The whole world belongs to me.

In fact, lovelorn people have the most right to lose their temper.

But how humble I am.

I have to sign a contract for that fool who broke my heart.

Forget it. Be generous ... write.

After all, stupidity is not his fault. Fuck it.

This is the first day of my adolescence.

I'm awake.

I want to forget what I should forget.

That's the decision.

The big stars of the future finally began to thrive. Come on, come on. ! ! ============================================================

KK。 Beibei Chronicle-April 26th, 2004

At lunch, Aunt Liu said that Mom and Dad were having trouble again.

Mom will come back to see me in a few days.

I gave Liu a helpless smile. What else can I say?

Ran Ran's cram school is almost over, come back soon.

The family suddenly became lively. In the afternoon, she likes to invite some of her classmates to play at home.

Ran Ran will miss her for a long time when she is away.

It's noisy now. This is what people do. It's weird.

I have stopped taking medicine for three or four days.

Drugs that have no effect on detoxification except making people sleepy.

Just don't eat.

And that damn black and white gram, it makes me edema badly.

The injection stopped at 300 ml, and the body was still very excited and depressed.

I tried to smoke at night, but I was shaking all over.

There is still no way.

I forgot to sterilize the needle these two days, and I couldn't stop bleeding after I finished playing.

I read the report that someone was injected with venous sclerosis. A little scared.

Stagnation has come.

Go to see Dr. Tang the day after tomorrow to prescribe medicine again. Come and have an intravenous drip.

Still don't want to hit the left hand. The right arm is full of pinholes.

Dr. Tang said that he was a little anorexic and his immunity was much worse after a long time.

But nobody mentioned that topic. I should thank him.

Panda's good friend had an accident and left.

Things have changed. Very lively girl. Only seventeen years old.

Her parents found the panda on the day of the accident. I cried my eyes out.

The panda couldn't react for a long time. She said it was like a dream.

She has been very sad these days. I don't know how to comfort her. I can only say that she should be left alone.

On QQ, the panda cried and said idol. You know, it still feels like a dream. I thought I would see her after school. I thought the newly bought DVD was waiting for her to come to my house to watch.

Well, be good, it's okay, it's okay ... It's no use feeling good about yourself.

Can't even comfort a person. ...

Life is very strong, but a sudden accident will make life very small and fragile.

No one can resist.

Beibei ... Don't you think so? ============================================================

KK。 Beibei Chronicle-April 27th, 2004

I was flustered in the afternoon.

Something really happened at night.

This is the fourth time, the first time it was her, the second time it was an abortion, the third time it was you, and the fourth time it was the fish's turn.

Four stitches in the car accident.

She was afraid of being scolded by her grandmother and was dirty when she came to my house.

I fell asleep with her, and suddenly I was afraid.

Thinking of panda's friend, his life is so fragile ... Fortunately, the fish is fine.

Watch Zhou Lili MV at dawn.

Very quiet, desolate singing involves auditory nerve, drinking water and smoking for two hours.

I don't feel bad about wasting time like this. When I miss you, they become close to me, which makes me very happy.

Dear, I do these boring and interesting things every day.

I am always absent-minded when you talk to me.

But I never let my heart leave you for a second. Really.

When you sleep, I often walk around the empty room in my pajamas, looking very busy.

But nothing was done.

I'll leave my computer on and the music won't stop.

Or sit in front of the computer and watch movies most of the day.

Looking over and over at Suzhou Creek, and cherry granules.

I'll click on your head in a minute. Open it, then close it. Open it, then close it. Nothing will be said. This seems to be a habit.

She is no longer so brave when she was in Suzhou Creek.

I've never been able to amplify happiness like cherry maruko.

If one day, I do it, will you love me more?

The heart will suddenly become transparent at a certain moment.

I have seen all our changes.

I will analyze this point slowly, but I will always be interrupted by some sudden happiness or sadness.

You love me. You don't love me.

These have become sensitive factors to control my emotions.

When tears are about to fall, I look cold and indifferent in front of you. It is the thin and fragile shell of mollusks.

I forget when you started to form this habit. When you feel heartbroken, you will put a band-aid on your heart.

You always laugh at me and call me stupid.

There are always hallucinations.

I felt someone knocking at the door in the middle of the night.

When the curtains were opened at dawn, the sun suddenly flashed in without warning and jumped heavily on the face. The sound of tiny dust particles tearing in the air could be heard for a second.

I closed the curtains, and my eyes were closed for a long time and I dared not open them.

A little dizzy.

I told everyone who asked me about my loneliness that I should learn to enjoy it. So I am very happy.

But I know I'm scared at this moment. I just want to tell you.

Only you, I love you, but you have given me a deep unspeakable loneliness.

I can't and I don't want to resist.

Because those are part of the love you gave me … but Beibei, will you be lonely for me?

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KK—2004. 10. 1 1

It's been two days.

Still in a trance, a person is stubborn and silly in his dream.

Nothing seems to have changed. It seems that the next second you will appear and say that my wife is coming ... I am calmly indulging in my dream.

I think you just went to bed, one hour, two hours later, in short, you will get up, you never left.

I sat in front of the computer, imagining that I was just waiting for you to get up.

Just waiting for you to get up … you must be too tired to sleep for so long this time.

When you wake up, I will pretend to be angry and tell you that I am a little sad to wait.

Then, then, as usual, you will say, all right, Shao, be good and stop doing it.

I keep telling myself, don't be afraid, and so on.

You should get up at once. ==========================================================================

Start paying attention to a boy.

Added my QQ and hardly talked to me.

In the diary of my beloved blog for two months, it's all about me.

Occasionally, I began to get into the habit of turning over his diary to make myself happier when I was in a bad mood.

I am very happy.

At least someone likes me.

Maybe I'll never talk to him, and no one has looked for anyone.

But the gentleness of this stranger made me in a trance.

What kind of feeling is this? At a loss, warm, vain, slightly short of breath.

Ceekay, you are great.

Don't be so insecure.

I told you, you are a good girl. Don't believe any slander that discriminates against the opposite sex.

Don't you feel your heart beating?

C.k.' s last diary.