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Buildings are planted into cement, everything underneath dies. The pipes are the roots going in all different directions like the rails on roller coaster rides. These plants don't grow, they are grown. They are fed money, corporations, and loud car sounds from angry taxi cab drivers who thought America had a lot more to offer than this.
The buildings were built so high they were designed to slightly sway with the wind; because the higher you go, the stronger the wind. These building (or better know as the skyscrapus buildamus), are plants that you can walk into, their chlorophyll is money. Can't you see that glossy, slightly shiny, plasticly-looking green. People do a lot to obtain it; even, walk into plants.

There's a big garden of them in New York, and they're springing up all over the world. These plants are going to be around for a while. But is there a fall for these plants. If so, will some die and come back in the spring. What if there's a blight? What then? What plants will we be able to walk in then? Maybe plants will walk into us, grow us, raise us, water us...
Excuse me for a moment, a plant is watering my head. "Thank you plant." "why, you're welcome kind sir, the plant said while it shimmied away like a fast moving snail. All I'm trying to say is, is that I have no point. This has no theme, no meaning, and no purpose. Or does it? Dum DUM DUMMMMMM!

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