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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568631" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>People Of Earth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whenever I discover what an idiot I’ve been, <br> I turn to television — “Oh screen of wonders, flick me <br>  on and off like an appliance,” I implore it <br> and it answers back <br>and I cackle away in the aftermath <br> of its buckets of canned laughter. <br>  I lie on my little raft wondering <br> whose abduction is this <br>anyway? “People of Earth, I have <br> no intention.” Damned alien, chronic <br>  master-plan — part of some system. I try <br> to asphyxiate one last program, switch <br>to the contactees. Seems that in 1981 Debbie <br> divorced and went to live with her parents <br>  @ 32,000 kilometres per hour <br> happy to show off, <br>push buttons, poke around <br> the house for a while, hatching her evil plot.<br>  She spoke, when she talked at all, Phooey. <br> Most witnesses have the wit, but Debbie <br>received the phone call. “Hello, I’m Mrs <br> Cleaveland.” It was a small, large-headed, <br>  grey-skinned entity — guided, she said, <br> by remote control by her little Maude, who, <br>once dead, made it safely to Mars. “My stars, <br> they tell me, predict the weather” — but nothing <br>  predicted whether or not she truly spoke <br> the Martian language, a propellor-driven vessel<br>featuring flapping, inflatable wings that, <br> suspiciously, Maude had taken off in. <br>  “There’s this big ball of light,” she said.<br> Did you believe her? Debbie did — she’d seen <br>the tarted-up guests and reporters being fed <br> to the startled backdrop: it was aquamarine, like <br>  Maude. But as this realisation dawned then bored her, <br> whaddaya know, she remembered her plot —<br>and boy did that buck everybody up, <br> bucked ’em up real good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chris+Edwards">Chris Edwards</a><div class=q>
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 I turn to television — “Oh screen of wonders, flick me 
  on and off like an appliance,” I implore it 
 and it answers back 
and I cackle away in the aftermath 
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