Original post date – May 23rd 2021
Some plants are gay, get over it.
Is an assault on the order of things.
We long for the day our deviant tendrils creep over your highstreets and galleries, your pubs and parliaments, your dismal laboratories.
We do not desire inclusion in your systems of classification.
We do not thrive in your light.
We spread – in waiting – our roots – underground.