End times reproduction

Trees and bushes burst with buds and flowers, not to mention pollen. It's a constant money shot. All over your face, all day long. Plants know it's going down, the sixth mass extinction. When the bombs drop people fuck more, lots more. With lustful abandon fully aware that life could be snuffed at any moment. It seems plants do the same. Awake crusty eyed and bleary with all the congealed plant spunk on your face and mucus membranes.