my brain is gonna mass produce neurotoxins and send that shit into my blood stream and i hope my heart overcompensates and gives me the power rush of a teen boy on 10 five hour energy drinks, 13 rockstars, and a gallon of mountain dew. i want to feel that rush of adrenaline before my entire body shuts down maybe out of shock maybe bc i’m in a medically induced coma bc they couldn’t handle the pure raw power my body was radiating and polluting the environment with. either way i hope they have the euthanasia on deck bc i don’t wanna be in a coma forever sleeping is for pussies. my body might be resistant to the death juice at this point considering i’ve consumed worse but i have a plan B. if the euthanasia fails i want my semi conscious body left on Elon Musks stairs so that he will be forced to nurse me back to health and raise me like his own until i have fully integrated into the Musk. when i start to look like him i’ll hire an irl assassins creed mofo to get rid of him. this is merely Step One in my plan to become Elon Musk. i’m not sure if this is an acceptable career for my English project but please Ms. Johnson you’re not seeing the vision i know i can do it please