(14) Oh late nights in finksburg, how i have missed you

[elouise_bmc]

So. Sitting in my room makes me think about a lot of things, for no other reason than i am sitting and a thought comes over me that i am unable to get rid of because my brain is occupied with absolutely nothing else to wash it away. Werid shit happens up there, man.

Today's thought.

If i was in a plane and i was doing homework (because this is

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[ehly]

i guess if you're really worried, you could keep a running list of the things you intend to say, and title it something distinctive. then in the last moment, write the title. ;D sort of the equivalent of having a code or a map key that only you know.

but that does kind of ruin the mystique.
GO TO BED <3

[elouise_bmc]

I am not so much worried about what i intend to say as much as i am worried that IF the chance to say something comes up, it won't be touching/funny enough to cheer people up a little once they hear that everyone died. ;P

So. Plane. Crashboomfire. What note would they find in YOUR mouth?

[ehly]

honestly?

probably something in between 'FUCKKKKKK' or 'oh well'

or
'SWEET! now i'll FINALLY figure out what happens when people die.'

[elouise_bmc]

i liiiike it. :D