Violet sent me a bit of writing, and I thought it was cool enough to add to a webpage.
"Not sure if it was a dream or
just something i thought of when i wasn't entirely
awake...
Nick Cave, in demented preacher mode, is riding the
Train Long-Suffering through the desert, as a penance.
Meanwhile, Buster Keaton is racing along in the
General, hell-bent on saving the South. The trains
come to rest facing eachother. Neither driver can move
without going backwards, or persuading the other
driver to reverse, and each eventually realises that
the other is not prepared to make that concession. So
they leave their cabs and perch on the fronts of their
respective engines in the mid-day sun. The Reverend
Nick treats Lieutenant Buster to an impromptu sermon,
a neurotic tirade on folly and sin and disaster, in
name of the great pain and all the saints and holy men
and holy whores. Buster, birdlike, regards the madman,
profoundly unimpressed.
