i've been dreaming of aliens in my parents kitchen trying to make coffee and
breakfast
there is plenty of coffee machines and clutter on the counter
/mother/ is yelling at me for being there and not cleaning up all the clutter
i'm thinking that i didn't buy all the clutter and i didn't put it there
all over the place
and i didn't make this mess and i didn't want to be there
fighting the animal grunt of the silver back grunting
position dominant grunting alpha grunt
OOOOWA OOOWAH OOOOO OOOO OOAAHH OOOO OOO OOOOO
alpha grunt because I am the alpha and i get what I want
to end the matter
so i'm hiding from aliens who are looking for me arguing with someone i don't want to be around
and i'm supposed to clean up her clutter
her energy is focused
making me clean and i'm just needing to make breakfast to take to work
and she
yelling at me lacking the conclusion of doing anything but make me clean up her mess
and the coined conclusions of connection manuscript
it is written and the places are final
ownership
and keeping me in their
orb to make me do what they want to clean the clutter
i.e being the one that clutters and not the one who cleans
disarranged the kitchen i am in
the aliens with all the technology superior
will be here soon
there is plastic everywhere
there is her everywhere
there is the understanding that all is my job
there is the understanding that that is not her job
there is an understanding that as long as i'm in their house i must do what they want
and they don't want to accomplish anything but making me do whatever they want
boasting immediately that i have done what they want
to the air head uplifted in the accomplishment
speaking to the aliens
i assume
in the language only they share
while i'm standing there looking right at her boasting
assigning duty
she thinks i don't know of the aliens
she insists they don't exist
when i tell her that they are coming
while i see her boasting to them right in front of me
i assume
i've been dreaming of aliens in my parents kitchen
and i'm thinking that its not their house they just
shit in it and am calling it their house making me clean up the clutter
the aliens are coming and i have to get to work
choices in dreams i think are mine to make this is my dream and i can do what i will
what i want clean up your own kitchen i say i have to go to work
and on top of needing to get to work i must clean for her
up her clutter as she spends her time standing there making me clean
up her clutter as she spends her time eating and watching me standing there
trying to make me assigning duty
by aliens i do not mean people who some would say don't belong close to the ones who believe they belong there
the world is itself borderless and we have always roamed where we wish
the miss-understanding
of borders and belonging is new and old but its her kitchen
and the aliens are coming
to let us all know the places they think we must abide
and the aliens are coming to reward those who think
only
of assigning people jobs and ownership
because cleaning is not her job
and that they are the ones who decide who's job it is to clean up the clutter that is everywhere
the luck is to them for both assigning duty possessing the duty to assign
others duty and knowing the aliens that are coming
as it is their kitchen
the aliens when they come will assign us all
places duty
as this is about them
as this is their place and this is about her
being able to boast to the aliens who are coming for assigning me duty
aliens
will reward those who assign duty who know of their arrival
and discipline everyone else for not being in duty identifying ourselves to what
has been
assigned
she assigns me duty because
she is getting out of here when the aliens come
they are getting out of here together
they have the right to get their
clutter cleaned and i have to make myself coffee and get to work
her energy spent in gratifying herself in assigning me duty
while just standing there spending all her energy making me do what she wants
I've been dreaming asleep
and there is a war on wokeness
i wake up with the memory of her just sitting there 9 year old
in her mothers kitchen happy 9 year old
as there is nothing to do with her mother doing everything cooking in the kitchen
the aliens had been there the whole time i thought
while the feeling from the dream of the aliens are coming
weighted on me like the duty i must do that day
i got up made myself coffee breakfast lunch to go and
drove to work where i did my duty
checking my watch for the time when i could go home
and
for when the aliens come to let me know what i should do assigning duty
with their technology superior
with their life
their clutter
their kitchen ownership
hoping i don't dream of being in her kitchen
being assigned duties that are not mine
and other aliens stop the aliens from coming here to assign us all
Our duties
the other aliens are nice and have come to
/allow/ me
to do what i will
what i want to do and duty is just another name for shit
