i believe plants experience time through their tropisms through purely two dimensional consciousness, but when humans ingest them, they experience a jealousy through us. they engage us as thoroughly as they can about them. they use our thoughts to describe themselves. we're just the passenger when their permanence courses through us. they want to live it forever and we fight for our identity. we begin to see things 2d and hear their disdain. makes everything look like a topographical or basically how cartoons are flat in the 3d. the visible surface of everything is it's everything. i remember getting so disoriented about the tabletop surface, and how somehow i could drool in a vertical direction. it was incompatible with the plant's perspective of dimension.
there's also a very distinct way that the plant associates itself with how we understand animation. another trip i was beckoned by gravity/tropismed to mickey mouse (as it identified itself most to me) on the ground as an carnate amusement ride, and the rock jutting from the ground was a tooth from his jaw.
there's also a very distinct way that the plant associates itself with how we understand animation. another trip i was beckoned by gravity/tropismed to mickey mouse (as it identified itself most to me) on the ground as an carnate amusement ride, and the rock jutting from the ground was a tooth from his jaw.
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