I'm going to dental surgery in 10 minutes.
I hate the dentists' office, but not as much as I hate hospitals.
I hate hospitals with a smoldering passion worthy of a cheesy paperback romcom from a corner store, the kind that you'd find betyween the toilet paper and the laxitive grahm crackers, that you'd initially buy becausethe intensely romantic sunset silhouette of two ridiculously sexy lovers embracing on a beach intrigued you, but after a few pages you realized how shitty romantic...

Many ask of me, why I am here. I do not answer, for that simple act would destroy my purpose. Some believe that I was sent to them, and others believe that I have sent myself. I am the word that has infinite meanings, I am the implication of nothing. Some people ask, 'what contains the void?' I do not tell them. Nor do I wish for them to know, although I do not prevent it. I am a hundred minds, a thousand thoughts, a multifaceted enigma of separate identities. Some ask why, others ask why not. They...