Homeless muse is homeless forever and ever and knows it.

[charlie_finevoice]

You'll never get to post with me anywhere. And I can't even get Pops to talk to me here.

Keep editing that profile and debating head canon. It doesn't matter much. I really need to stay dead. And you need to let this whole idea go. It's not gonna work. I mean, my Pops has let me go. [Replaced him. Repressed his memory, maybe. It's not clear, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt. Not really. Charlie's voice is resigned, quiet.] I don't have a reason to be here. What happened to you wanting to work on your own book? Go do that. Seriously.

...God damn I'm tired.

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[irememberit]

You...want to stay dead.






Ok then.

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[irememberit]

Being dead is kind of laHEIL HITLAAA!!!!!!

[dakkadakkadakkadakka ALL THE MOTHA FUCKIN DAKKA BIATCH.

Because you asked for it.]

[charlie_finevoice]

...I'm a ghost. It's all going through me. You're ruining a perfectly good wall. [A bullet hits a glass of orange juice nearby.] And a complete breakfast.

[dirtyword]

[ HUH why is brendan's face here ]

Wrappin' your lemon over possibilities, huh?

Upon seeing this, I had the urge to create an account for Emily.

[charlie_finevoice]

... [Thank God Charlie has a Brooklyn accent, or he'd think he'd just run into himself. It's still eerie, though.] More like summin' up how few there are at this point.

that's because it's the best movie in existence

[dirtyword]

Cool your heels or take power, right? Either way it's eggs in the coffee.