Maybe the universe is an infinitely fractal brain cell.
Influence, manipulate, then control. I mustn’t tread this maternal path. A pattern of the her life. Repeated and repeated. Until it is herself.
I have low to medium amounts of gorm.
Self hatred is fake believe.
Drop the ego and vanity. You are the universe’s bitch. Start behaving like it.
You can’t see me because I’m not looking.
I spend my day looking after my none existent children. It is exhausting.
Q. Which Ancient Greek invented a means of transporting large African animals?