Lately (in the last minute or so) I've been thinking about what it means to be living. A sponge is totally different from a soda can. But why? I don't know. It's like this magical thing. You know? Like beyond normal shit. Or something. Like there must be a god because how else would shit live? ...did that make sense?
this is coming from a weak atheist who is high
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