is it me...
or do people,
who have children -
"suddenly" -
become the sort
of recluses
they never
expected to become?

i can almost imagine
the pinewood screams
of being "left-out"...

it's like...
a welcome song...
i can then begin
to ingest the deafly silence
of the wind counting
disciples to make into
flutes from bewildered
wavering stump bases...

an orgy of silence infests
me...
it grieves that i am
to be bound to its original
gravity genesis...

and for all their worth...
thus came prometheus...
thus came the carrier
of a lightbulb spark...

yet they still persist
to search for hostile protoplasm
of mars...
as if the rich couldn't
begin their adventure...
in understanding the capacity
to: conclude the... fucking lightbulb!

before you start exploring
the star trek universe:
you... indolent... no... indolent needs
to be rephrased:
rephrased as someone
who stalls science reality
by congesting it with a science fiction...

put the fucking reins
on a lightning storm!
will magnets solve the quest for
lightning farming?!

oh sure... sure... they went for
the "renewables":
sun - solar panels,
wind - wind tourbines...
water - hydroelectric...
a lot of water...
and a revision of a...
fucking "windmill"!
and there they are:
wishful thinking,
about to make mars a colony...
how about making the moon
your primo effecto?!

you give me...
the golden cursor of securing
renewable energy...
of the "last" remaining feat
of harnessing what's on offer...
you give me...
more than just a lightbulb...
you give me a technology that
can trap lightning strikes!

take you wind, your sun...
your water...
give me something to focus a source
of awaiting energy...
to be charged with a bolt of lightning!

otherwise? iron man / elon musk...
you give me a a pyramid
of dollar bills and a matchstick,
and a centi-liter of petrol?
let's party like it's 19'99!

if you can't harness a thunderbolt?
leaving me with cheap-ware
scandals of windfarms and solar panels?
what the fuck would it do,
anyone... to be planting a second
flag of h'america on a rock
akin to the moon, all the way on mars?!

you say you can capture the wind,
and the sun...
how about... completing
the 2nd quest of prometheus the younger...
if you can give us the lightbulb...
how about capturing the full
wrath of zeus?!

how would you do it... via a magnet?
clearly not all avenues of reusable energy
have been explored...
perhaps there's a delay on this one...
perhaps all the oil junky harem loving playboy
children of the current elite are:
justifying giving all of us:
that final christmas suprise!
yet... they sow what they haven't
reaped to begin with...
i'm pretty sure they didn't sow
the dinosaur remains...
yet they are playing the yacht monopoly
to a teat!

you solved the wind...
you solved the water...
you solved the sun...
how about solving lightning?
but it's all there and waiting...
first you exhaust all the natural resources...
as long as all the chickens are
in their chicken-shacks...
as long as you ensure:
the freedom of abortions...
and walking abortions...
of the sort of men women would not
want to fuck in order to fuck per se
or reproduce with...
you must first create the ghost
harangue of an ever errosive
subconscious...

i have a lightbulb...
a windfarm... a solar panel...
a means of hydro-electricity...
but all the playboy concerns
for visiting mars...
and nothing...
nothing associated with
putting the reins on lightning!

after a while you figure:
o.k. o.k., herrdildospielending...
herrversteckenundsuchenschlaffschwanz...

have it your way...
i don't mind you having elevated
whoring toward a status of surrogacy...
please... feel free...

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