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They provide us energy
At least you won’t have to go outside to know how windy it is… You’ll hear it.
I appreciate how they essentially invented very useful yet alien-looking screaming pillars. Science continues to make some suspiciously sci-fi shit.
They leave off the important note that when the wind rises, each pole makes a sound like a hundred vuvuzelas roaring at once. In the post-apocalyptic world of the future, villagers will speak in hushed tones about the Roaring Plains, and caution adventurous travelers to stay well away.Bladeless wind turbines generate electricity by shaking, not spinning
They provide us warmth
They love us
These martyr gods, their twitching agony is our salvation
GLORY TO THE WAILING OBELISKS
Saturday, October 28, 2017
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