Chris Mooney-Singh

Super Nature

Last night, someone up the street reported seeing an object hovering above my house before it zapped back to the stars. Now this morning, blue dust everywhere. Plants have exploded their pots and devil trumpets grow rampant up the wall. The tomatoes, the poor tomatoes are splitting and dropping off the trellis, while pumpkin vines whiplash at greenhouse plexi trying to get out.

Thanks, Overlord Mind. You’ve proved your existence. Now go levitate someone else’s pyramid.

an eggplant wears
my headphones –
silent disco