Sweet terrorist girls, I drink to you...
youʼll never know the reason why.
Carrion, The Crow wonʼt alight,
or play some lewd cover.
All play some lewd cover.
Anyway, it’ll all happen again.
This is how it went.
The illustration used for this "song" was produced by A-Soma, © A-Soma 2012. Coloured by the artist David F. Brandon, 2012. The "song" was also written by me in the 1970's, except for the last line, which is also a contribution from A-Soma.
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THIS INSTANT, ON THIS CURVE IN TIME AND SPACE, IN THIS PARTICULAR UNIVERSE, "JOKERS " IS STRICTLY A WORK OF FICTION. ANY SEMBLANCE IN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS HEREIN DESCRIBED TO ANYONE EXISTING IN "THE REAL WORLD" IS PURELY INCIDENTAL. SHOULD, HOWEVER, A READER FIND THEMSELVES UNCOMFORTABLY (OR JUST CLOSELY) IDENTIFIED WITH A PARTICULAR CHARACTER HEREIN DEPICTED, THEY SHOULD BEAR IN MIND THE FOLLOWING QUOTE;
“YOU WILL READILY UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE WILL GO TO ANY LENGTHS TO GET INTO THE FILM, TO COVER THEMSELVES WITH ANY OLD FILM SCRAP … JUNKY … NARCOTICS AGENT … THIEF … INFORMER … ANYTHING TO AVOID THE HOPELESS DEAD-END HORROR OF BEING JUST WHO AND WHERE YOU ARE: DYING ANIMALS ON A DOOMED PLANET.”
William S. Burroughs, “The Ticket That Exploded” 1962
David F. Brandon
