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i want to break open my skull and let the butterflies out, the ones that come from my stomach and open into my neck and then mouth and then i scream TAXI! TAXI! i heard it on the tv. now i cant stop repeating it

there's little people trapped in that spirit box by the way. they dance and sing. they're all slaves to a higher being. i wonder if thats what god feels like switch the knob off whenever you like but i guess humanity is a car crash no alien or god actually wants anything to do with or maybe its like something substantial. like peanut butter on a bad afternoon.