This planet isn't the only one with an energy crisis on its hands. I call in as evidence this little inhabitant of earth, sitting here at this desk, her eyes ready to fall out of her sockets. Yes, the one in the midst of existential anguish--- boredom--- death within life.
I have no energy. I crave some.
I crave the chance to sit on a veranda, reading a book, the warm breeze helping me flip the pages--- I crave help. That's all.
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