kratom fork, hardened grime.

Stir with tang, dark green slime.

Sip it swift! let's unwind.

Wound-up world, wound-up mind,

I wound up weird, wrapped in vines,

or rather leaves, and slowed down time.

lathered reefs, reefer limes.

lovers' needs, over mine.

lost in words, worldly kind

weather woes, warbly wine

"Wobble baby!", muffled cries.

curse this world, get in line.

lying eyes, rotten rind.

Tame life becomes painful

I long for extravagance.

For meaningless expressions of excess,

And passionate revelry.

I’m worn down and eroded

By these monotonous doldrums,

And the growing weight of responsibility.

With both of my feet stuck in the mud.

I've been trapped in the land of lotus-eaters.

Sedated

Drunk

Constantly exhausted

And Generally scrambled.

Escaping only through literature or music,

And a single glowing vision

That somewhere in the future,

Sometime,

I’ll gaze at the sunrise

Burning hot and violent against crisp air

Over a landscape, I’ve never seen

My passion parched senses absorbing every drop

My eyes bright and full of awe,

As I taste the spit

Of a girl I just met,

And hear this world's

Stunning

Chaotic symphony

Hot against my ear

In her every strained breath.

A dull orange hung in the sky outside the hotel window.

Flickering neon reflected off the aged wallpaper.

Stale smoke coated the rooms interior

And all of my clothes.

Even after brushing my teeth

the booze fumes were leaking out

through my throat

and through my pores.

A dull orange

Like the hazy sunrise over the pacific.

East wind blowing Sugi smoke and the smell of factories to the coast.

Almost enough to make you choke.

A dull orange

like the buttons on the love hotel vending machine.

The cheapest room always wins out over my pride.

A dull orange glow

and the hum of a machine,

Like the the home room projector,

shining slides of things I should’ve

or shouldn’t ov done.

A dull orange

Like a lamps glow

shielded by my eyelids

as I pray to sleep soon.

A dull orange

and a machine like hum,

The sensation of life starting

or ending.

Darkness.

Low earthly vibration.

Dull orange slowly envelopes.

Ears ringing now.

The sound is white,

Blinding brightness.

Then

Nothingness.

"Life and drugs

Are two sides of the same coin"

Or so I told myself at the time.

Coffee in the morning

Maybe a shot of whiskey

Work

Sweating

Back hurts

Hands hurt

Can't find my tape

the framing gun makes my ears ring

Esteban almost fell off the third-floor roof.

The stairs I built look nice though

good week of work.

It's the weekend now

aint no surf

So we fix an outboard motor

Snorting cocaine throughout

Felt clean enough

We got jiggy jaw

Delved too deeply into the 9.9hp Yamaha

Got it back together by 3 am

"she puhtin good boy!"

A little rich

Looked at the carb too long

Looking for meaning in the little pathways.

It's 5

I feel horrible

like my brain is too big for my skull

The phone rings

Somewhere in the trailer

Rob needs us on the boat

It's opening day

inshore shrimping seasons begun

"dammit who made me drink all them beers!?"

The day is hot

And the sun aint even up yet

Waters slick

We drop the nets

I eat some Xanax

the diesel smell brings back good memories

wasn't long and I felt like 100 bucks.

The old salts have weathered eyes

skin burnt by sun and wind

They've lived 3 of my lifetimes

I steer the boat

Listening to their stories

the oceans whispered truths to them

that remain unheard by many.

the tourist boat circled us

with telephoto lenses

I had to piss

they kept following me

went port to starboard

at least four times

oh well

hope they got a good one of my cock.

late morning we call it

The drags no good today

two,

Maybe three baskets full

Enough to pay for diesel

We take the little brown shrimp

And make some tacos

Do a dump run

burn a barrel fire

See how the outboard runs

A little too rich still

life aint to bad in the marshlands.

Dear mom,

I'm writing to you from a small apartment in the city. Today is my second day off work in a row. The first day off is always a rough one after going through the plane-bending portal. Even within the ship that's supposed to help lessen the effects of time sickness. I'm no scientist, but it seems no matter how many strange chemical cocktails or brain wave adjustment therapies you receive, slipping through the fabric of space-time and moving 300ish million years in the past is always a jarring experience. Certainly not as peaceful as they described it in the new employee handbook. But all's well, I just feel as if I have a mild hangover and am existing in another plane simultaneously(also with a hangover). I'll spare you the details of time sickness, let's just leave it at that, feels bad.

In your last email, you inquired about what kind of tasks I do on the new job at Pangea Surfari ™. In all honesty, I am a glorified tour guide, I have no responsibility for flying the ship or for cooking meals for the patrons. My main responsibility is to keep the wealthy tourists from getting eaten by a megalodon, and constantly reading weather charts to find out where the surf will be the best. The customers are always from very wealthy families and generally have very little experience in the ocean or the wilderness. All of which is tenfold as intense on Pangea. So you can imagine it becomes very nerve-wracking, especially considering the customers are not acquainted with taking orders from someone a few castes below them, regardless of if it's a life or death situation.

The fishing tours are my favorite because they are the safest and easiest to manage. There are a few fishing holes that we have sonically protected from any of the dangerous creatures, and compared to earth in 3111, are filled with fish. there is never a fishing tour that comes back empty-handed. And the fish is about as delicious as it gets. All be it I’ve had to do a bit of test work to determine which fish are safe to eat, but even the poisonous ones we can't eat end up giving the customers a good fun fight. The customers rarely want to eat the fish at all, it's usually the crew of the ship that gets to enjoy the spoils after a long day of angling.

The more dangerous part of the job comes from the customers who travel with us to enjoy extreme water sports, surfing, kiteboarding, etc. you training me in the ocean is without a doubt why I was able to land this job and for that, I will be forever grateful. I often miss the smaller, less frightening personality of the ocean back home in northern California, and I hope once I've saved enough money, I'll be able to come home again, and help update our kelp farm; So these more adrenaline-seeking clients are always of a different sort, they drink far more, and are endlessly more reckless(especially the Australians). Pangea would be every surfer's dream if it wasn't filled to the brim with deadly aquatic life. The entire planet is one big ocean and all of the swell periods are well above 20 seconds, due to the massive fetch. Often the main challenge of my job as head forecaster is to find somewhere with waves small enough to be safe to ride, and also within our zone of sonically protected areas. There are a few places that remind me of some of the more famous surf spots in our time, Rincon, Skeleton bay, G-land, and Jeffreys bay, it's just infinitely more perfect. you would be amazed at how beautiful and otherworldly the waves can be here. I'd send some of the stills I've taken but I'm using all of my allotted web time to send these occasional emails. Most of the surfers that come on the trip are experienced enough, but all too overconfident, only ever having surfed on earth in our time. They are always overwhelmed at first and are very thankful to have the added floatation vest that automatically inflates when one of the clients gets put through the spin cycle. The vest can read the vitals and amount of oxygen in the wearer's blood, and does not inflate to bring them to the surface until the first wave of diaphragm contractions begin, or when one of the other 4 criteria is met. I'm not sure what criteria need to be met, I just know how to fasten the vest to the tourists and set it to “on”. I get to enjoy the waves a bit, but mostly I spend my time with swim fins taking video, and controlling a drone to get footage of the customers to bring home. Helping out panicking customers in the water is also a big part of my gig. I discharge their inflation vests, try to calm them down, and if need be, call a swim drone to take them back to shore so they can have a rest. Overall the job is very entertaining but also extremely stressful. I often get yelled at because I missed the footage of someone riding “the wave of their life” due to helping a struggling surfer discharge their vest and get back to shore. The most nerve-wracking situation of all though is when a big fish approaches the edge of our sonic protection field. When I say big fish, I mean twice the size of my apartment, eat you in one bite without even chewing sized fish. The average megalodon is somewhere around 10 meters and I've had experiences of seeing ones twice as big. I know the white sharks at home are frightening, but these ancient predators exist on another plane, literally! The only thing I can compare to looking at one of them in the eyes is the first time you guided me through a DMT ceremony when I came of age. You remember I'm sure, but I mean specifically the part where I experienced a being of pure energy that existed outside of time, mighty beyond description, filled with all the powers of creation and destruction. Of course, the megalodon is a physical being, somewhere inside this web of spacetime, but I've never encountered anything in this physical world that had such a gigantic presence in form and in sheer power that I could compare it to. The sonic protection rings that are set up are completely invisible, I have no idea how they work besides the cells inside of these predator fish can only withstand .7 seconds of a specific hertz before the fish begins taking internal damage. But when a shark the size of a building is swimming towards you, looking directly at you with cold unwavering eyes, the last thing you think of is an invisible wall of vibration that some scientist that has never visited Pangea assures you will keep the fish out. Even writing about it now I can feel the cold sweat on my palms and feet. Rest assured though, the new model of the sonic wall, aka “canción de tiburón”, has not yet been breached yet. The previous versions were not so successful.

If I was a big shot scientist and had access to the plane bender, I would go back to when I was just a child and bring the bio-machines I've been saving up for to stop the disease from ever spreading through ours and our neighbors' kelp farms, then I would never have to take this silly job. Don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful to have this chance, but I wonder what kind of strange unnoticeable damage we are causing in the present by bringing these time tourists back to Pangea. Sometimes I consider that maybe the disease that ravaged most of Crescent Cities' kelp farms was related in some way to what this company has been doing hundreds of millions of years in the past. Truly it'd be better just to be at home with you on the farm than it would be to see our world on a completely different plane of time.

Well, I'm truly sorry but I'm about 6 minutes away from exceeding my power ration to write this email. Next month I'll tell you about my crew, and some of the fun stories from our trips. I take off again tomorrow so it's time to get some rest.

How is the remaining section of the kelp farm doing? Please don't work too hard mom, I'll be back as soon as I have enough money to afford the biomechanical protective layer that will make the kelp resistant to the degenerative disease.

Ps. There is a code with a small bit of funds attached, bring your pocket device to the neighbors and have their daughter help you upload the money, and tell her and the family I said hey!

With love,

Alejandro kaijo

Had a drink in yoyogi park

pet a cute girls dog

Ate yakitori

drank lots of beer

and nihonchu

Went to the girls bar

missed the last train

went back to the girls bar

Blacked out

Came to

in a different izakaya

in a different part of town

talking to a nice girl

bought shots for her and her Friends

blacked out

again

came to

in the process of falling down the stairs

during morning rush hour

Face planted onto the train

in front of all the salarymen

couldn't hold it together

found a park

Slept in a bush

woke up shivering

still drunk

Drank corn soup

out a vending machine

Goddamnit

wallets empty again

cant help but giggle still

the city has too many things

for a country boy to trip himself over