the adventures of M~0~0~N B~0~Y and S*P*A*C*E*G*I*R*L*

1] ☆thoughts from a space shuttle☆

Dark.
Black.
An empty void outside my window. I stare out and the cold vastness of space stares back.

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I think I finally get what people mean when they say "I stared into the void and it stared back at me". Thats what this is right now, what I'm seeing. A void. A black hole. Do correct me if I'm wrong but if shitty 8th grade science taught me one thing it's that black holes are some sort of collapsed matter crap. I can say with 100% certainty that I honestly don't know and don't care. I just ended up drawing all class anyways.

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If you asked me what the atomic number of Argon was or why suns... you know... do the sun thing where they burn bright in an infinite display of wonder and awe and then just as easily explode into tiny little star bits or just vanish or whatever they do to show one last brilliant display before that disappear forever then well my friend you are out of luck. I honestly couldn't tell you how suns die, only that they do and soon so will you and after that your children and your children's children and so on and so forth until your entire bloodline has reproduced themselves out of existence and you are all but a faint memory in your grandchildren's grandchildren minds, the product of generations of hyper exadurated tales and late night phone calls about "that one time relative so-in-so did that one thing back in 8th grade"

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That is my legacy, much like a sun.

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Burn bright, shine light, die tonight

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[...t h o u g h t s f r o m a...] ☆S P A C E S H U T T L E☆

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- {s p a c e g ★ r l}

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