Wouldn't in a parallel universe flowers would be grabbing us and dragging us into the ground with only our different colored faces and pretty hair sticking out? And instead of beautiful smells, would they comment on the wonderful songs we sing as we scream til our throats fill with blood for help? And when the songs have stopped and the colors have faded to a bloated purple, they would pull us completely under because I guarantee they would be into composting.
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