The subconscious is a scary, scary thing.

Can you tell me what’s wrong with this?



INT DEATH’S OFFICE – NIGHT

Death is making cookies, because he wants to grasp any straw that leads him back here. He’d definitel love to have an adoptive Dady.



This is what happens when I attempt to stay up all night to finish my screenplay. For the record, I have absolutely no idea what is going on right here. At least this bit had actual words. There were also some bits that were written in a delightful but untranslatable language.

I'm off for some sleep now.