Little people live in my ear.
When I plug my ears, their oxygen supply is cut out. They get agitated. I can feel them running around frantically. If I still don't let air in, they start banging the walls.
Sometimes, they use fire.
I give in, eventually and they stop.
If I listen hard enough (I'm not exactly sure on how this listening hard inside your own ear thing works) I can hear them. I can't specifically hear what each one of them says, but I can hear a buzz of multiple conversations and tones. They're just like us, btw.
There you go. Your quota of thought provoking bullshit for the day :)
When I plug my ears, their oxygen supply is cut out. They get agitated. I can feel them running around frantically. If I still don't let air in, they start banging the walls.
Sometimes, they use fire.
I give in, eventually and they stop.
If I listen hard enough (I'm not exactly sure on how this listening hard inside your own ear thing works) I can hear them. I can't specifically hear what each one of them says, but I can hear a buzz of multiple conversations and tones. They're just like us, btw.
There you go. Your quota of thought provoking bullshit for the day :)
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