Martians & Distilled Liquid Morphine

Sick and cold in New York City, I limp to printing shops, forging scripts, visiting clinic after clinic, eventually scoring distilled liquid morphine,  shooting up in the dark at Central Park 

1/2 baked, on my back looking up, I hear Angels playing harps and theremins at the park's Timpani Bowl; parkgoers are drawn to the resonance.

Anthropoids connected with Martians the following year;  Martians offer low-cost flights, and people queue for flights to Mars.

The Martians have carved out 1000s of miles of underground tunnels, creating multi-colored living space and streams full of San Casciano Water, healing water for Extraterrestrials and Earthlings alike. 

At the Oasis Festival, Extraterrestrial chefs cook up fabulous meals served to 1000s in Beduin tents; boiled ants, beans, potatoes, grapes, powerful roots and herbs, vitamin-rich food cultivated in Geodesic domes

There is no electricity or oil on Mars; they don't need it. Instead, they harness electromagnetic energy using thousands of miles of football-field-sized solar panels.

Martians have bodies that are similar to Anthropoids; they have spins, hands, mouths, internal organs, sex organs.  

The average Martian isn't weird; they see us as weird.

Martians are gentle unless threatened. They speak tonally; their forces are like muted trumpets playing jazz at times, and they can speak directly to dolphins and whales. 

When the human race hooks up with Extraterrestrials will be a staggering day; and the universe will be born again.