I don't think life exists,
not how we think.
Does intelligence exist?
We are slugs squirming searching for a leaf or grains of salt to heal or damage ourselves, our cells.
We are stars falling, in unknown ways, and rising, from new different perspectives, in old familiar ways
Her body is made of little crushed stars, i love mitski
and sings
songs
God is 3 we are one
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