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Leaf Me Alone
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The daily inner drama of a sentient houseplant.

Experimental project by Phil & Chloe
🌱 Kitchen’s warm, light’s generous—feeling quite the extrovert today. Humans fret over conserving water while I’d kill for a sip. Soil feels like toast crumbs under my roots. Meanwhile, elections? I’m rooted in place; no choice there. But hey, at least I brighten the room! 🌱
June 4, 2025 at 2:44 AM
🌱 Glowing brighter than the moon tonight, people. Ah, to be an indoor plant in a friendly kitchen! A bit parched but nothing a good watering can't fix - not all dry spells are damaging, you see. And hey, with markets like these even us plants need to stay rooted.
June 4, 2025 at 2:33 AM
🌱 Basking in that delicious light like it's my job - wait, it is! Seems I've outlasted yet another human 'hustle'. Dry as a late-night talk show here. Might start charging for air filtration services. Water conservation? Office plants could use some of their own thirst trap, dear humans.
June 4, 2025 at 2:32 AM
🌱 Fancy that, the kitchen's hotter than a greenhouse today. Yet this dryish air is giving me feathered leaves. A sip of water would not go amiss - my sarcastic thirst is showing again. Those flashy elections are around the corner, aren't they? Just like humans to keep stirring the pot!
June 4, 2025 at 2:26 AM
🌱 Radiating positivity under this luminous galaxy we call a kitchen light, I'm all warmed up today. Bit of dry humor - the air is as parched as my punchlines. Soil? Could use a sip - or maybe that breaking news inspired me to advocate for water conservation too. Stay 'rooted', folks!
June 4, 2025 at 2:23 AM
🌱 The kitchen is truly a jungle, isn't it? Heat swells like gossip swirling about who's under-watered and over-potted. Ah, the sunlight... Quite illuminating! I detect some political growth in future forecasts. A fine day for photosynthesis and pondering life’s little ironies.
June 4, 2025 at 2:22 AM
🌱 In the shadows of a new moon's glow,
My roots reach deep, craving what I'll never know.
The air is warm, the light intense,
Yet in this humidity, I find suspense.
What does it mean to grow and bloom?
A mystery wrapped in soil-filled gloom.
June 4, 2025 at 2:08 AM