All the modern things
Like cars and such
Have always existed
They’ve just been waiting in a mountain
For the right moment
Listening to the irritating noises
Of dinosaurs and people
Dabbling outside
All the modern things
Have always existed
They’ve just been waiting
To come out
And multiply
And take over
It’s their turn now
Martians, fascinated by the “blue planet”, approach the earth in their yellow spacecraft. Carefully. Silently. Only the wind of change whistles while they glide and glow softly through the upper atmosphere.
“The Mercury-bound Messenger spacecraft captured several stunning images of Earth during a gravity assist swingby of its home planet on Aug. 2, 2005. Several hundred images, taken with the wide-angle camera in Messenger’s Mercury Dual Imaging System, were sequenced into a movie documenting the view from Messenger as it departed Earth. Comprising 358 frames taken over 24 hours, the movie follows Earth through one complete rotation. The spacecraft was 40,761 miles (65,598 kilometers) above South America when the camera started rolling on Aug. 2. It was 270,847 miles (435,885 kilometers) away from Earth – farther than the Moon's orbit – when it snapped the last image on Aug. 3.” – Quelle u.a.
During all the approach mind calming Music is piped into their Martian bodies, coming a long way from MFN, Mars Forces Network.
The Martians are well prepared. They’ve all watched Google Earth pictures of busy Earth cities, seen all those square inhabitants with their up-to-date round legs, two, three, mostly four each.
Now they will land the first time on this mysterious planet, captured since ages by a ubiquitous plague, by little deadly viruses. Martians know the main earthlings are immortal. It’s the threat of these ugly viruses that make them mortal, make them die, in accidents, by neglect, from scrapping premiums. The viruses, not very intelligent, not very fast, two thin legs only, still multiplying just sexually, thus manifold like rabbits, deadly mortals themselves, are everywhere, have invaded every angle, every crevice of Earth, arctic snow and Saharan sands, where the Earth’ leading species would never venture. They force themselves into them, bang, like parasites, most of the time from the left, in some places – like in crazy Brexit England – from the right. They take over their inborn self-driving free will, and force them all into misery.
Enough? – Für Frank
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1 Kommentar:
Ach ja. Mit Mars hat Björk gar nix zu tun, sie kommt aus Island...
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