spiritual rube goldberg machine
what if the days you discard with a label of FML are actually impossibilities so perfect they make god blush?
wholly-holy Rube Goldberg machines where every breath-wrapped-action has the capacity to break a heart or start a revolution?
welcome to Life (c), where the only thing more staggering than your appearance on the planet is your ability to butterfly-effect it in ways you literally cannot comprehend
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