three thousand eight hundred and sixty eight. but i want more. my thirst for outlets is everlasting. every time i take a victim, i steal their outlets. soon my room will be nothing but outlets and outlets. and after my room, my house, my block, my neighborhood, my city, the entire world, the universe.
then i’ll achheve my true goal: to stop entropy from tasting slightly like black coffee.
sometimes i check who liked my facebook profile picture to see who i would save in case of a school fire