Life on Mars

This past weekend was Memorial day, the start of summer, and yes, it does feel like we are being scorched like Martian beings unable to escape from the sun’s hot rays in a nearly atmosphere absent hulk of rock hurling through the universe. Soylent green is……people! Oops wrong movie, but either way this years festivities around Belle Isle have actually seen some improvement from the menace left by Isle-goers in years past. It’s true, you are a menace. A walking pestilence even (ah right movie finally) but perhaps you are right, as I have always known about man. From the evidence, I believe his wisdom must walk hand and hand with his idiocy. His emotions must rule his brain. This forbidden zone was once a paradise. Your isle going breed has made a dessert of it, ages ago. Man has no understanding. He can be taught a few simple tricks, nothing more. Perhaps picking up ones own trash is one of them and these damn dirty apes have finally begun to understand. OH DAMN YOU! GODDAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! Well that’s the spirit I say, keep em flying? What you may ask? The flags of discontent, remember, never trust anybody over thirty.

Pick up your trash.


One thought on “Life on Mars

  1. Riding home yesterday was like traversing the surface of a hot plate, while riding into the exhaust plume of a waste-to-energy plant. In other words, way fun. I’m sure riding across the rocks was a bit more pleasant!

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