LIFE IN NY

The stress of being in such a tightly wound community during the most tightly wound times I have ever felt. The sureness of pretty much that each day will contain something absurd but becoming jaded to it just to keep sanity is somewhat counter intuitive. I’ll explain. There needs to be a buffering zone where you allow yourself to fully process what you see here. Both for good and bad. A playground for the insatiable and ADD riddled. Or is that just me. The stitching that keeps this place from imploding and will prevent further implosion is community free from a central government or a police state with the capability to corrupt areas that would otherwise thrive.

For me it’s a lot of shaking and moving. Staying occupied at all costs. The minute I let myself have a deep thought about implications I catch myself and ask is this something I can afford to sweat over, or can we put severely underpaid and understaffed charter schools elementary schools on the backburner for today? A lot of tabling. The comes a moment in everyone’s consciousness I would imagine where you must feel what is there no matter how morose or revolting. Balanced ratio is what I would prescribe. Also, apathy is not chill ya fkn. twat

What would you do if you woke up and found yourself surrounded by aliens?

I would have queries for them, for sure. I'd ask first what they think my one bedroom is worth? And if they get better value for rentals on their planet? I would then have to explain why my place looks as if it has already been ransacked by aliens. Foreign slime-like substances coating the walls, miscellaneous items scattered everywhere and posters of Futurama above my bed. Once we moved past the superficial quandaries about each other, I might go deeper and see if they smoke weed or offer them some scrambled eggs to make them feel welcome. I'd be able to look past the fact they entered without notice because the white noise maker I have by bedside is deafening for most. Say they were to accept either of my offerings, I would grill them a bit about space travel and which galaxies have the most wondrous natural beauty. I imagine they might have a different understanding of what's naturally occurring versus synthetically derived. I would ask them if they have faced societal issues similar to those we have been dealing with here on earth. I'd ask if greed is as prominent where they are from as it is here. Power and money having the upmost importance could be unique to our planet, so I would be curious to know how things work and if it's possible to have a more dystopian world than the one I was raised in.

Suppose we're a few hours into chopping it up and have established a decent rapport. I would ask permission to bring a friend or family member into the fold, just to have a witness, in case this was a one-off experience. Assuming they say yes, I would invite one of my ex-girlfriends or my brother, whoever picked up first. Once they arrived, I would say these exact words, "Beam us up, Scotty!" I sort of doubt the aliens would understand the reference, but if it comes off, the glory would be epic.

Upon entering their spaceship with my companion, I would ask if they suggested any mind- altering substances? Or if the voyage is best enjoyed sober? I would leave it open to the aliens on where they want to go to as long as the odds of survival are decent in their estimation. Well, we'd be off to wherever at that point. I'm sure I would come back to earth at some point, but for all I know there could be some worthwhile exploring to do that might occupy a solid bit of time before I feel the urge to return. People have said to me that mind seems to be somewhere beyond this planet, so it would be fitting if I was taken wherever that somewhere is.

I'm going to spend the next couple days manifesting this happening.