To see what happens next.

There's a movie I want to see next week//tomorrow//whatever. To die between the trailer and the viewing, fucking tease.

That piece of trash on the side of the road. I can make something out of that. Why look, garbage redeemed into art nobody cares about. I've seen worse at the local MOMA. Fuck those guys.

I have tickets to that thing in October. I've always wanted to meet that guy too. I hope he doesn't die first before I get there like that director did.

I need to divorce her first, or else she'll get everything she's not entitled to. Stop procrastinating, asshole!

The medical students can wait for my dead body. I have to make my corpse interesting or else what kind of doctor scientist will they be? Retarded ones, that's what kind. Don't retard doctor scientists. Die with an interesting corpse.

I just have to volunteer projecting movies next year again. I made over 1000 people happy in one night this time around, and that's after two full weeks of this crap. Man behind the curtain, that's me tonight and thanks for watching Dorothy. See you next year.

If it's all the same to you, I'd like to see you die first. No hard feelings though, life's too short.

Miss out on another creepy or cute-girl anime series? Oh stop, that's too much.

Cosplay. Take the picture of the cosplay. Compliment the cosplayer. Compliment the costume. Post online. I just got to talk to my favorite xyz character and take their picture. I need more of this.

You are the rare person who recognizes who I am cosplaying, or that I'm cosplaying at all in the first place. You are number one. Be seeing you.

I have another lewd, shitty-written, short story to write that I'll never publish. I've got to get this written down.

I want to see what's gonna clunk out first: my knee, my heart, my brain, or my liver. Wildcard: my pancreas.

I want to see if any miracle bullshit gets developed for my knee, my heart, my brain, my liver, and//or my pancreas.