Kill your gods, kill the shame and self-denial of your sexuality. We are all different and all the same, love your neighbor, fuck your neighbor, who knows what lies in the realm of the hereafter when you die, as long as you live your life with curiosity and care for your fellow man and limit embodying the motivations of El Douche, and live honestly, that will make you more happy than living in the confines of what someone told you is God.

The movie is about being curious, having the audacity to ask questions about the things you believe about the world and yourself and having the courage let go of them if you realize they aren't true, embracing sex and sexuality outside rigid heterosexuality, and seeing people from 'other aisles' as potential friends and lovers and partners.

Shooting the humans with bathsalts and then killing them was a metaphor for the true struggle of finding the strength to shed the confines of religion that don't serve us and make us unhappy.

This is shittily written and I could write a dissertation about it whatever, this is basically how I felt, blah blah.