Trying to break free. Been hacking away at what was/is supposed to be a new story but, guess what, things are NOT going well. So to break the monotony of so much failure and disillusion I just hack away at anything. Ain’t blogging great?
There was a place in Idstein where the flowers grew extra large. It’s also said that those flowers were found to be part of a alien adventure that was titled ‘Fun in the Sun, 1966′. When questioned about the arrival of aliens the local population overwhelming said that ‘it was before my time’. With that a journalist from New York was consumed as if she were the last remaining piece of food to exist. Her assistant, though, did manage to get away. Just as his colleague’s spleen was being removed and cooked on a fancy grill that was fired by some space-age energy source, he took advantage of their obvious weakness to pay attention to what it is they are actually doing. With heads and backs turned away, he ran off. In the town of Oberursel he managed to find a pay phone that was not damaged by hooliganism. In an unusual amount of time he finally managed to loan a coin from a passersby. Stark naked and without the ability to speak German he called to an operator that eventually connected him COLLECT with his home country. He filed the following report: Town over come by aliens. Stop. Aliens look just like humans but they all speak excellent German. Stop. With uncanny humor and wit they are able to lure victims. Stop. Once enticed the victims fall easily for the treats and intellectual discourse – which is plenty. Stop. It seems that aliens have all earned the coveted German ‘arbitor’. Stop. With such credentials there is potentially no stopping the aliens from over taking the world – unless the Germans join hands once again with some Austrian or Bavarian monster that has a funny mustache. Stop. Observations have shown that the aliens are pron to stay in the small mountainousness town but enough or more wealth could cause them to constantly seek refuge in the form of vacation packages on the island of Mallorca. Stop. That was the assistant journalist last ’stop’. He was quickly taken in by the German polizei who now wear blue uniforms instead of green. With that the assistant journalist was never heard of again but the news he reported was published in a famous US newspaper. The article included black & white pics of both lost journalists and in the op-ed section a fairly fancy epitaph written by Christofer Hitchens. The seriousness of the article was never challenged, either by US, Anglo or German authorities. But if anyone would like they can travel to Idstein, have a beer, and try it all out for themselves.
Here the original text from above on A4 paper using an Olivetti Lettera 32. Not all original errors were corrected for/after scan which resulted in the text above. Not a very good scan below, either. What the heck, eh!
-tgs-
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