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oye my face hurts.
i'm hungry too.
it's all about the babies.
she could feel the alchemical gold sluicing through her veins as the new soul, within the ethereal depths of her womb, grew closer to obtaining its humanity. the budding creation pulsated with all the knowledge of the Logos, that holiest of gifts that humankind has to bestowe; however unnoticed by its possessors it may go.
i'm hungry too.
it's all about the babies.
she could feel the alchemical gold sluicing through her veins as the new soul, within the ethereal depths of her womb, grew closer to obtaining its humanity. the budding creation pulsated with all the knowledge of the Logos, that holiest of gifts that humankind has to bestowe; however unnoticed by its possessors it may go.