Nervous Energy They searched 10 million fathoms, 10 billion leagues -- into the sea, swarming and blackening the sky, like locusts consuming oil divine. Nervous energy keeps the world awake, keeps the world humming like a smooth oiled machine that solves the bellyache hungering for more oil. Oil! I think as I gaze out at kozmos -- which planet is churning black in the black mat of night that sprinkles with star's energies. Where drillmen teams converge like locusts given succint orders: drill on to the center of kozmos, drill deep into the stars and bring back black from the night the oozing joy of oil that will satisfy our desire to life and burn bright eternally, fueled by forgotten fossils extending out nervous energy. So at night when fast asleep we venture through casual dreams of black mats dark as night, oozing from crushed stars fueling our nervous energy farther, towards the day when there will be no more stars.
Reason for writing:
Waste of our natural resources
Birth sign: Aquarius
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