 Why couldn't Glmpauszn communicate with Joe the "normal" way?
A Gleeb for Earth By CHARLES SHAFHAUSER Illustrated by EMSH In two days I, Glmpauszn, will be born. I have attuned myself to a fetus within the body of a not-woman in the not-world. Already I am static and for hours have looked into this weird extension of the Universe with fear and trepidation. As soon as my stasis was achieved, I tried to contact you, but got no response. So I must communicate with you by what the not-world calls "mail" till we meet. I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury of facts from indirect sources. I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. This is the only way I could arrive in the room where the gateway lies without arousing suspicion. Glmpauszn Wichita, Kansas June 13 Dear Joe: Mnghjkl, fhfjgfhjklop phelnoprausynks. There is no way of describing to you in not-language what I had to go through during the first moments of my birth. My not-mother (Gezsltrysk!) I learned the following day that the opposite component of my not-mother, my not-father, had been away riding on some conveyance during my birth. He did not arrive till three days after I was born. My not-father entered while I was standing by the crib examining a syringe the doctor had left behind. This was the first use I had made of the so-called vocal cords that are now part of my extended matrix. They apprehended him on the stairs and I heard him babble something about my being a monster and no child of his. My not-mother appeared at the doorway and instead of being pleased at the progress of my growth, she fell down heavily. He wanted to go on this expedition himself and it's his nature never to flatter anyone. From now on I will refer to not-people simply as people, dropping the qualifying preface except where comparisons must be made between this alleged world and our own. It is merely an offshoot of our primitive mythology when this was considered a spirit world, just as these people refer to our world as never-never land and other anomalies. Then I establish contact with him while he sleeps and compel him without his knowledge to translate my ideas into written language. In simple terms then: I crept into a cave and slipped into a kind of sleep, directing my squhjkl ulytz & uhrytzg ...
 Joe had drunk too much alcohol
 Joe wasn't as talented as Glmpauszn  Joe was trying to avoid Glmpauszn  Joe had drunk too much alcohol  Joe was moving around too much