After that, I switched myself off for a longer while, and life took me down the roads that are sometimes very distant from Brian Jones, Janis, Hendrix, Sid, Lennon and D. Boon. I must say something for the end. Regardless to all their justified discomfort, believe me, there is no way of reading thoughts. Thoughts are, if I can put it this way, too closely typed texts, and moreover typed one across another. That goes for Earthlings, as well as for Suratasians.
Earthlings still seem to doubt that, if they invented literature.
Nevertheless, I like your literature very much, so much I couldn't resist but trying my own skill. This story was my attempt. I am too much of a Suratasanian to judge if it's any good.