GET OUT THE PINK PRESS THREAT FILE!

GREEDY OBJECT

[In finger realm. Dial up. The sea rattles. Infrared satellite angle. Clatter of keys].

BAD FAGGOT: We can't go together

BRA ABRA: No

BAD: One screen per two eyes

ABRA: THE BUZZING! SOCALLED.

BAD: What did you see?

ABRA: Hahaha. Greedy object. The crack unit may be here, the state gang's best, any day, of course all city is meth haus thanks to new pharmaceutical benefits schemata. State dispensed, despatched. Shame about matter organic, except that we got before armed shop. Paramilitaries: they scare me. We do not have a gun. Nor trustworthies.

BAD [False aside]: Was there a Man?

ABRA: He slid his finger on the glass and tapped sad sections of the light to issue a collage of fake commands. Very boring to describe. Sad what we are. The screen flashed greenly through fatal cracks. Sand rained from its sockets.

BAD: OUT OUT OUT AND STRIKE HIM. PLUCK OUT HIS EYES FOR SCOWLS. JUMP HIM FOR HIS GUN. BLUDGEON'D, SLUMPED, FIDDLING WITH THE LOCK OF THE HOLSTER, RADIO’D ALREADY, THEY COME, EYE TO EYE, A HELICOPTER—

ABRA: A HELL OF COPPER—

BAD: FREE THE PISTOL, BI0-SEALED, CRACK’D, PRESS LIMP PALM TO THE STOCK, SEVER THE HAND, RUN, BUT WITH WHAT? NOTHING SHARP, ONLY GLINT OF WIT BRIEFLY SPANNED NOW FOILED. RACKET’D IN HERE, WILL WE CRACK UNDER TORTURE?

ABRA: What are the slain sayings?

TOGETHER: HANG THE STATE GANG! REFANG BEAUTY! IF ON, FOREVER.

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STAGE

BAD STATE BAD STATE—OCTOBER 2023

NEW INTERNATIONAL BOOKSTORE

“UNDERGROUND DIZZYDENT CABARET AVALANCHE”

***UNSUITABLE FOR ANARCHISTS***

***SOLD OUT SHOW***

STARRED

TOBEE BARNFIELD AS BANSAGART

SORCHA ELLEN AS ALBA

THEOLONIUS FERRIS AS BANSHEE

NOAH ARK AS ABRA

BAD BAND BAD BAND

SOF KNAUSS—FIRST CLARINET, VOICE, ARRANGEMENT

NOAH ARK—FLUTE, CLARINET, VOICE

HENRY FERRIS—BASS GUITAR, VOICE

MAKO FERRIS—VOICE

THEOLONIUS FERRIS—GUITAR, VOICE

SCRIPT Bad quarto.pdf

What were you slates?

Tungsten lithium copper cobalt silicone gold,

from what we call the earth—you—and who made you?

Dragged you out of brightly lit caverns in trucks and hands?

Exhumed your organs? Shaped them? Assembled them? By hands?

With fine tools? By the million million? They are your GODS—

in modern bondage—

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NOISE