Drilling for plastic

Drilling for plastic….. I looked at the sky today. I mean extensively looked at the sky, not the inadvertent look we all do. I mean eyes fixed, head cocked back, in total silence and gazed at the unsettling vastness of the sky. I thought about how everyone who had ever existed looked at this exact same sky. I thought about how by some divine law I could never comprehend, this massive, blue, mystery blanket kept us all alive. I thought about thanking the sky on behalf of all earth, for all its done for us. I thought about it saying “You are welcome, Adam.” I thought about what else the sky would say, deep, profound, philosophic shit I bet. Like, “This is all bigger than you.” or “You aren’t alone.” I thought about how glad I was that the sky didn’t talk, I mean the sky has to see a lot of stuff, and for a scoundrel like me, an all seeing, omnipotent, blabber mouth is the last thing I need. Besides if the sky could talk that would mean it would have to have a mouth, and with a mouth comes all types of issues; bad breath, sneezing, snoring, besides what if the sky accidentally eats a plane? American Airlines would sue. After my neck developed a sharp pain and soreness I directed my attention to the busy bustling city street. Men with briefcases, students, the poor and down touted. Each with 1000 stories all coexisting under the sky. I stared at a well endowed woman, she was wearing a low cut shirt that I’m pretty sure was to small. She had amazing tits. The sky is a lot like a nice set of breasts. And If the sky is a giant boob, then the sun is a nipple. They both invoke this bizarre since of hope, they both having this healing power that is indescribable. The sun feeding the earth with invisible rays. and nipples feeding babies and sexual deviants with organic calcium. You can go blind gazing into the sun to long. You can go to jail if you stare at boobs to long, and without permission. I thought about how when I was a kid I’d lay on my moms chest . I thought about how it was the closest to nirvana I had ever been, without smoking weed. I thought about my head being like the earth, and my mother’s chest being the sky. I thought about the sun/nipple metaphor I had made earlier which led me to think about my mothers nipple, which grossed me right the fuck out. I noticed that the women with the big tits noticed me mindlessly staring at her chest. She probably thought I was a pervert, some type of peeping tom. She wasn’t far off basis, I am some what of a pervert. But what she didn’t know is that her magnificent tits helped me see things a little bit clearer, I had a boob inspired epiphany. I wanted to thank her, but it would only have freaked her out. Especially since I had a boner….