Brief eines Steirers an die NASA:

devilstone

Greet God,
I write you, because you must help me. I have seen your Space
Shuttle in the television. In color.
And so come me the idea to make holidays in the worldroom.
Alone without any crazy wife.
I am the Kraxlhuber.
The Hofer Anderl was my clock-clock grandfather.
I stand on a very bad foot with my wife.
Always she shouts with me.
She has a shrill voice like a circle saw. She lets no good hair at me.
She says I am a Schlapptail.
She wants that I become Bürgermaster.
But I want not be Bürgermaster. I have nothing at the hat with the
political
shit.
I want my Ruah.
And so I want make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half.
But I take my dog with me. He is a boxer. His name is Wurstl.
So I want book a flight in your next Space Shuttle. But please give me
not a window place. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not
swindlefree.
And no standing-place please. And please do not tell my wife
that I want to go alone.
She has a big Schrot-Gun.
She would make sieb from my ass. I need not much comfort.
A nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating.
And windows with look to the earth.
So I can look through my far-glass and see my wife working on
the potatoefield. And my dog and I laugh us a brunch (hahaha).
We will kringel ourself bevor laughing. Is what loose on the moon?

I need warm weather and I hope the sun shines every day.
This is very good for my frost-boils.

With friendly Servus,

Kraxlhuber