if_plants_could_scream dreamer ...wheat farms would be loud around harvest season 050301 ... dreamer REALLY LOUD 050301 ... Happy-time Harry disgustipated 050301 ... jane ...i'm drowning....i'm drowning.... 050301 ... mon uow hemp me hemp me 050302 ... flowerock "Disgustipated" And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ This is necessary. It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin. " Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too. 140626 ... flowerock Back to the Garden (c)1999 by Jason Webley Old Jack he had a sack of them magic beans, This garden's been sown for a long, long time. Now everywhere you look, you see a pillar of green, And the reaper's just waiting 'til we're ripe on the vine. A bright red apple led us into sin, The Devil's been cooking for a long, long time. So it could be an eggplant to lead us back again, That sounds just fine. We're going back to the garden, and out of the night, I saw a fiery head of broccoli in a dream. There'll be artichokes and rutabagas, Collard greens and sweet potatoes, Reaching from the earth to push us into the light. Gonna carve a jack-o-lantern, hang the garlic high, This crop's been coming for a long, long time. Flaming red peppers will rain down from the sky, And your tap water'll turn into okra slime. There'll come a day you step out of the house, And see a thousand armed soldiers with potatoes in their mouth. Everyone's damned, and everyone's saved, With a parsley garnish on every grave. My friends, we are standing at the dawn of a new era. The United League of Vegetation, has just unanimously approved the new legislation, which places complete restriction on all forms of human migration. Anyone caught moving faster than a turnip will be shot. Now, I know what you're all thinking: What am I going to do with myself? I've got to go pick up the kids. There's a turkey in the oven. Relax. Don't panic. This isn't so bad. You've just got to calm down. Now, close your eyes and imagine a bright, red, pulsing orb just in front of your forehead. Can you see it? Good. Can you feel it? I said, can you feel it? Can you feel the beet? Oh, forget about your taxes and your student loans, This garden's pesticide free, organically grown. Listen to your roots, they'll tell you what's real. This world is an onion, all center, all peel. From the heavens comes a hale, Of cabbage cauliflower and kale. They're reaching from the earth to push us into the light. 140626 ... unhinged we would all be deaf 191225 what's it to you? who go blather from