Xtinction Agenda

Frank heaves the dusty, splintering crate from the flatbed of the truck. He breathes weakly, his body skinny as a chicken bone. Never been good at anything else, he thinks, sweating in the New York heat. No one who counts notices the daring daylight theft.

"I can see it!"

Hair-soaked, standing before the bag, he is an unimposing sharpness, a body forged to figure and spin and strike. Inside, his red intuition whispers and questions. Something has long haunted his life. Black sheet ghosts of the past.

"That's the kind of girl I'd like to settle down with, pretty but not too pretty."

Note: For a moment, Doc James confused Karen Carlson with Carol Bagdasarian. He feels badly about this.

poison seeping

burning circle,

dystopian

amulet spawns

father nightmare

babylon.

fragile candle

hopeful ray,

utopian

amulet dawns

ghostly daughter

eidolon.

"This is everybody's future."

Memory. Ghost.

Mystery. Joke.

History. Blood.

Rose.

"Well, I'm sure I wouldn't know anything about what the Polish people think!"

Cigar whisky jealousy. Sad sad man. Moustache in darkness. Moustache flaking skin and long dead fingernail growth. Daddy put me inside you. She will understand.

"You've truly taken your father's place."

Blistered, peeling rot

stretches reality like spandex,

tears through cotton innocence,

erupts from places of pleasure and rest,

a geyser of inverted, twisted blood,

a sound of sharp steel dragged along a pipe,

piercing your ears.

A crime born of sleep.

"Well, all the lawyers got fat and the judge got famous, but someone forgot to sign the search warrant in the right place and Krueger was free just like that."

The night bleeds red rain, beating hearts aflame, pummeling lives like meteors into moonrock. Grand adventure awaits this drifting spectral waylaid soul. An adventure of darkness and love and woman divine.

"There is nothing bigger than the night, Batman, and the eternal blackness beyond."

Rollin' in the mud, gittin' dirty. That's what War Pigs do. They tuck into that homecooked meal, dream of shore, and do what needs done. Nazi superweapons beware, the Allies have broken the perimeter!

"I guess tomorrow you formally join the US Army for the first time, Sergeant."

Long-lingering shadow takes tender hand, leading the blood waltz; on red screen its silhouette a tale of lust and illusion, hunger and restraint.

"Gentlemen, we are not fighting some disease here."

Ravenous thirst and fear to drink, rabies flecks the mouths of all these scum. I stand in judgement, standing alone in the rain. Genuflecting only to those monied interests I long to embrace.

"That's right. Human bean juice. Ha Ha."