This is about boxes. and how they can [[[confine]]]. and like how they don't like s t r e t c h very much. and how you can only take out so much from them and putonlysomuchinthembeforetheyripap
art. and how most people live in boxes and are afraid (boo!boo!i scared you) of seeing outside the sideout the touside eht edistuo or the outedis because then they are not in the box anymore and they are outside the box so . . . what? and it's scary if you see the box and you're not in it?!?! but who said that the boxbrains were right? what if there is no BOX! and you've been stuck in your imagination for too longgggggggggg, like keys pressed repeatedly. what if i told you that there is no box and i don't see any boxes and my mind is always on the roam and universe is connected to infinity and we are all scared anyway outside or inside? the? box? and we are all like god, the little g, and that's what scares us. because God, the big G, created us to b in some image of God. enter: little g. and last time i checked, we weren't doing a good job at little g talking to big G and we (are you ready to laugh? are you ready to rumble?) put God, big G, in a box and the box was too small. so it broke. and we killed God like we kill each other, but God can't die, but sometimes it can seem like God is dead or just a god because we do so many boxlike things in Gods name like blowing ourselves up and hating homosexuals (because it's fun!) or like judging everyone or just judging Amy or just hating everything or pretending that women are less than men or just thinking that we own anything. my friend says she can't be friends with me anymore because she lives in a box and her box is full and her box runneth over. and i think it's funny and dummy and saddy that she is so stuck in a box.

I bought a boxcutter today and i'm looking for some boxes. to. cut. with. myboxcut.ter.