phanerosis

attack decay sustain release
let's make a bit of noise

I am a series of hydrogen bonds
a network of blood and flesh
and in spite of my mechanical boundaries
I'm more than the sum of my parts
at least, pigs hope to be more than porkchops

if god exists, I have yet to meet him.
maybe someday, maybe never
and in the end, friend
are we all just mass and momentum?
or is there meaning in the way we breathe?

I support