Doesn’t matter. You are going to go stark raving mad in a few days, music or no music, if it’s a real sensory deprivation chamber.
If I’m really there for all eternity, there is no length of song that would make a difference. What’s three minutes versus 60 minutes over the time span of eternity?
I think it’d be funny to just have “This is the song that doesn’t end,” playing for ever and ever and ever and ever and…
Yes, but women don’t have to injure themselves to get to their blood. You just can only paint for one week out of the month.
I think this is the only time I’d ever be interested in “99 bottles of beer on the wall”.
I might even extend it to 199.
Is the room too small to stand straight up in, and too small to lie down in?
You (or anyone) would go insane within a surprising short amount of time with or without music in such a situation.
I wonder if the music’s contents would have an effect on how you go insane. I’d susspect goin catatonic would be far less painful than mania if it lasted forever.
The Song that Never Ends
* ( Originally a Peter, Paul and Mary song )
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* This is the song that drives you insane.
* It will grow inside your brain.
* Somebody–started singing it a long long time ago,
* Now you’ll be singing it forever, don’t you know
*
* Chorus:
* This is the song that never ends,
* It just goes on and on my friends.
* Somebody–started singing it not knowing what it was,
* Now people keep on singing it forever just because
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* (Chorus)
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* (Chorus)
*
* (Chorus etc…)
Dude, you need to get some new friends.
I’d choose silence, no questions asked. I adore silence.
I had some time to muse on this one on my trip to work. I would pick the no music option. My plan would be to master deep meditation, as the physical realm sort of bites. I would try to loose touch with the physical ‘world’ and try to eventually ignore vision, touch and the like - to the point that I would forget how to use those things - a hunderd or so years of not moving should do the trick.
I’d consider Michael Nyman’s Impromptu For 12 Fingers (From Schubert’s ‘Impromptu In G Flat Major, Op. 90, No. 3’). But I’d probably opt for silence.
I don’t think I’d go crazy too quickly. I’d just spend a lot of time masturbating, singing to myself and sleeping. Or to entertain myself, tell myself stories based on books I’ve read and movies I’d seen. It would be interesting to see how much of the storyline I could actually remember from the unabridged version of Les Miserables.
Then I’d start using my blood to write my life’s story on the walls. But I’d leave one of them blank, in case I didn’t feel like reading. 
The OP:
If we go with the actuall OP you are trapped in a plain white room for all eternity, which means that for all time you will be trapped in a plain white room, meaning at any time and all times throughout eternity the room you are trapped in will always be plain white. In a hundred years from now the room will be still plain white, in a thousand, also plain white.
My question is how are you panting with your blood on walls that will always be plain white.
I guess you can take the Cecil cop out and change the OP and then yes the plane would take off. But at least Cecil stated the new conditions he introduced.
Oh come on. You’d have a whole spectrum of colors! Brown (maybe even sometimes green!!), yellow, red, white. And should you do a bit of vomitting, the color palette is endless! Think of the possibilities!
my current ones aren’t quite stale yet, thank you very much.
at least some of this…if not most…is based on your diet. what are we eating in this room? can we have whatever we want? if you can choose that, then yeah, there’s hope for some sort of a biological paint pallette.
If they tell you jokes like that, I’d say it’s time for an upgrade. 
nope, i’m the one that needs the upgrading, apparently.
to be perfectly honest, my dad gave me that “worst case scenario” situation years ago…i just bust it out for special occasions…along with the fine irish linen and the chinese fuck swing.
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