On dream adventures in pipelalaland

My readers, I watched two gay Hispanic males making music videos in the toilet after the giant  great sculpture of a non existent fake ass baby brought down the skies, and the Caucasian tried to steal what belongs to this black woman in great suffering differenting x again despite all the luxurious flashy things he got because he just can’t help himself. Anytime he comes around me, Kleptomania, Kleptomania, Kleptomania. And I don’t steal. This must be why DEI is failing, however morally inclined. It is a Kleptomania pride-filled science inspired by toxic pride and emulated for the same effects as symbolic and precedent. These unscientific ideations are being forced down my throat against my engaging and involving will rather than intuitively shared because pride has no intuition other than flashy pride. I wish I was kidding. I will never mind sharing and people. Ever.  But it makes me crave the company of smart simple people for my future as well. My readers, can you point me in the direction for where the aliens live? I want me one of them. Smart, kind and simple people are people too(Are they not? Is this a rhetorical hallucination question within an AI generated field matrix?). Especially with a mate, that must make life so worth living, worth sharing as it won’t feel one sided. It’s a stupidity-crazed pipeline around here. And I am still being abused around here. How is that freaking possible? I must be dreaming it.