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 has ever existed has looked at this exact same sky.
I thought about how, by some divine law I could never comprehend, this massive, blue, mystery blanket keeps us all alive.
I thought about thanking the sky on behalf of all earth; for all it’s 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 means it would have a mouth. 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 has 1000 stories and exist under the same 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, and 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 mom’s 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 made earlier which led me to think about my mother’s nipple, which grossed me right the fuck out.
I noticed the woman with the big tits noticed me mindlessly staring at her chest.
She probably thought I was a pervert or some type of peeping tom.
She wasn’t far off-base. I am somewhat of a pervert. 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…