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Stars are my children as I give birth to galaxies. I wrap myself in nebulas like blankets and jam to the music of cosmic winds. My heart is the beat of pulsars and my rage, my rapture, my orgasms are all supernovas. My very existence is surreal. I am awesome and terrifying. And my beauty is the original and the universal. LOL… I am ego-tripping right now. But wouldn’t you if you were me?https://pangeasgarden.com/blog/2017/10/09/she-is-the-universe/