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my brothers and i had this game, aeroplane, where one person would lie on the ground (usually the biggest player- i kept dropping people) and we would put our hips/stomaches to the person's feet, link fingers, and they would hoist us up in the air- my brothers would pretend they were fighter pilots getting gunned down by the evil japanese army or some such thing. anyway, for a while, at least, until they dropped you or put you down, you could feel like you were flying...
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all childhood games aside. airplanes are just machines to me. they represent all that I can't afford, but so greatly want. (that's you, silly)
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"i like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aeroplane" - red hot chili peppers
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In fact there are no planes. When we go to the airport we actually sit in teleporters and the "flight" is a simulated effect. You know how you thought you actually watched your friend's plane take off? The window is really just a big computer screen, simulating how it would look. Also, you are feeling fussy because you hurty your pinky a witsy bitsy!
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But then how do you explain arriving at point B from point A?
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what's it to you?
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