After the 8th day when things go back to how they should be the naked man who threw his clothes off the building roof and ran out in the street to fetch them all to impress the naked woman laughing the whole way down, that’s when the wintered tree will green up. Upon greening birds will pick the small berries and sow seeds on fertile ground, black dirt giving all the right chemicals to the new tree to be. Bees are dying so we’ll have to start pollinating by drone. On and on between the starving rows of water-intensive almond trees we’ll send the quadcopters with proboscis attachments before they run out of battery. Bats come out at sunset and no longer attack the drones because they’ve evolved to use a frequency of echolocation that isn’t ruined by the shrill motor blades. Blades are discarded now because they get recycled by the homeless haircut charity organizations and used for good times rollin’ again says Joe the 44 year old local news survivor. Survive by any means necessary is a good motto in the naked man’s head, finally clothed and spending alone time in the hip renovation loft project that got featured on a celebrity indoor plant instagram account. He scrolls and misses the human interest blade story playing on tonight’s broadcast.
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