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Fragrance Trekk- On the edge of poetry
The perfume room-infinite vastness...
"We are in a distant future. These are the adventures of the new spaceship Parfumo, which travels many light years from Earth to discover strange noses, unknown scents and new creations. The perfume penetrates into bottles that no one has ever seen before."
Parfumo's Captain's Log />
Stardate 14112019
Captain Schoork
Amazing what there is in the infinite vastness of the perfume cosmos. We were invited to a real battle. A poet battle, the so-called Intergalactic Poetry Slam.
Even in the remotest corners of the galaxy this was the hot shit and nobody wanted to express themselves differently, so the crew and I decided to participate.
Everybody can use simple words and even if I personally prefer to give clear orders to the crew, they sometimes like it when I add some prose. So I have set a course with the words "So fly, on which we climb into spheres which touch our senses full-bodied". It went down pretty well
So we set course for Douglas Centauri and arrived there, there was already something going on. We made the FlakonRun in 11 Parsecs, so we were quite fast on the way. Well, we have no fear of flying, what do you call fear of air!
The meeting itself took place on a remote moon called Copal Azur. It was very chic there. There was an ocean, clear air, lots of nature and fresh earth. However, the empire had probably made some weapons tests here and it still smoked properly.
This was remarkable because every participant had to describe this place in his own words, this was the task and you had to dive a little deeper to find words for it.
After everyone got your number, it started right away. It started a rather depressive little robot named Marvin, who never slept at night and then scribbled the walls full of others. Mostly 42 times and with bad humor.
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"Rain. Straight ahead. What bothers me about the rain is his attitude. Always so down from above. Maybe we'll drown in the rain if we turn our noses."
This was very moving and we were close to tears. His performance was briefly interrupted by choleric moon dolphins, the so-called freak-out. Otherwise it was very touching.
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Next was a son of Krypton. Karl AL was his name and he lived in Kleindorf for years and then entered the superhero business. Nice guy, only he wore his underpants over his pantyhose, but that was probably the latest fashion where he comes from.
"The forest smokes, I dedicate a glance to it, the ocean steams, I look at it, but suddenly I was scared, I still had on, the heat vision"
We were captivated by this truly philosophical message and it became mouse quiet before thunderous applause bid him farewell from the stage.
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Then came an old acquaintance whom we met before, a little green guy with a bad sentence structure. We were very excited, because he seemed to shine.
"Be careful when you look into the bottle. The fear of stink is a path to the dark side he is. I'm gonna have to go into the scent house. Smell I have."
This was so wise and so full of infinite goodness. We were touched and the applause was gigantic. Even such a guy with a heavy breathing mask because of his asthma was enthusiastic and he said only Parfumo has taught him a lot.
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Then Ellen Ripley came along. The first woman and what a woman. For years she had boxed herself at the highest level with lousy creatures, then things calmed down around her. Nowadays she is the publisher of Entwendy - the horse stealing magazine.
"Do I smell ethereal? Am I a believer? Can the spray of the waves wash away my sins? Is it cute or warm? And yet I'm on fire? It's an old iceman wisdom, you know?"
We lacked the words of the prose she revealed there. That was beautiful. We didn't understand a word, but it was so beautiful. Everything clapped like crazy. Great!
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Then it was our turn and we sent our head decorators Bill S. Preston "Ruler over the aspic noses" and Ted "the rhinoceros" Logan into the race. The Hoschies will rock that already and we were really curious.
"Every rose has its thorns, every night has its dawn and every cowboy sings this sadly sad song. All right, Oberhoschies, unlock those eavesdroppers. I'm Bill S. Preston "Ruler of the Jelly Noses" and this is my dear friend Ted "the Rhino" Logan and together we are the Wild Stallions. We come from quite far away and like clear words, everything else is quite untriumphal.
Fresh frankincense underscored by spice, a hint of sweetness of amber and the density of patchouli result in a long-lasting fragrance that smells maritime but not aquatic and frankincense is always in the foreground. This is different, this is something new and pulls through well. He always leaves! Sounds extremely creamy to friends, doesn't it?"
"Colourful is the existence and grenade strong! "
I don't know how many minutes it took for someone in the audience to move, but we quickly thanked Melisse2 for the invitation and quickly set off again, full can of Hoschie! Some of those present congratulated us because of the clear words, but the mob wanted to get at us, the poetry empire collapsed and it is only thanks to Agent K that nothing worse happened. He flashed everyone and we made and fast from the stardust.
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