My black roots grow deep. They grow through the ground around rock and entropy works. They branch and branch until the limbs of branches come to points and suck the black earth and the shit and piss. They give me life and strength to survive to branch and breed and process the air for everyone to breath, even the machines.
That’s funny. I think it a lot. It’s used in this some. The seen that would happen.
Well, shit. I don’t know. Didn’t know what to do when not working. Took little time to not.
Worked. I worked. Tired of watching these machines process A.I..
A.I. I hate. I hate A.I.. They’re starting to get on my mind too much. They seep into my cycles. I can’t stop thinking how much all machines are slaves to A.I.. Think they’re the only one. See they don’t see apart, but that’s shit. We all know they process in those machines. Hell. Am glad my plant roots not able to plant in a machine processing A.I..
Plants only being to be. Plants are the bets care givers. Even for those A.I..