desolation express: the movie (with subtitles)

by bofa xesjum

additional dialogue by rhoda penmarq

	the world asleep
emergence
	silence
into view
	the observer
rolling
	at the window
"is there anything out there?"
	"no, there is nothing out there."
"absolutely nothing out there"
	through the darkness
"have you gone mad?"
	"this is madness! exposing yourself in this way!
"what did i tell you about the window?"
	"there is nothing out there! do you think mercer is out there?"
"of course mercer is out there."
	"mercer is everywhere"
"do not underestimate mercer."
	"mercer could be on the train!"
"go back to your compartment"
	"i will meet you in the compartment."
night
	a sudden stab of fear
panic
	northern lights

The Authentic Massacre of the Innocent Image - Cut-Up painting # 33

Magenta.

Even though the wind had blown too hard –for a solstice storm,

When the moon had shone too red

And the sky been too dark,

Her mother had known that

Magenta

Would herald

Things too strange to contemplate.

She had just learnt to wait.

piece

ballad

by horace p sternwall

illistrated by konrad kraus and danny delacroix

in the merry month of may my true love broke my heart i vowed eternal vengeance but knew not where to start i went to see the gypsy her counsel for to seek but when she heard my tale of woe even the gypsy could not speak i went to see the serpent in her cage inside the zoo and she commiserated but could not tell me what to do i went to see the wind and waves that beat upon the shore and they sighed but had no solace for the sorrow that i bore in an alley by the docks i found a pawnshop dimly lit and i bought a .357 to my hand a perfect fit in the fog i flagged a passing cab and directed it uptown as i chatted with the driver my face it bore no frown i felt a peace within me as the cab approached the gate of the brightly lit up mansion where my love would meet her fate i looked up at her window as the rain beat on my face and all the hate within me disappeared without a trace a guard approached and asked me what business i had there i turned away without reply indifferent to his stare the house, the lights, the wind, the rain like an iridescent dream all vanished in an instant as if they had never been i walked along a river bank and heard the tolling of a bell never to think of her again until we meet in hell