I am a sacred vessel. I am bearing life. My brain barely knows how to boil water, but my body knows how to make another living thing. I am slowly doubling myself, without even knowing that I’m doing it.
I appreciate the miracle of life.
But my sweat has a bizarre consistency. It isn’t sweaty… it feels like mucous secretions. Like SLIME.
I’m feel like I’m an amphibian.
A fat, slimy amphibian. Covered in slime.
SLIME!
Mmmm. Miraculous.
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