I saw a Romanesco broccoli when I was high once. I was staring at the fridge, and when it opened, it was there, and then the doors shut, and it was gone. And by then I'd lost object permanence. Figured I'd made the thing up in my head. No way that thing was real. Trippiest vegetable ever
Sunday, 22 March 2026
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