Springtime. Then fall.  The killers are on the loose, led across seasons by their
aberrations; the Black Hole Babies (BHBs) sentient bee-bees loosed from ordinary looking guns.

See, if you say a word twenty times, you say it a bit differently every time, and the
20th time you say it is its true form; you can achieve anything you want with the 20th word.  The
killers use it, largely, to kill.

Springtime.  The boy with the radio station is consulted.  The men in black pay
him, then leave.  In paying him they've dropped a business card.  On the card is an address and a
frequency number.  The boy swears to God he'll visit. (The men in black are paying him to
continue to disrupt.  No one hears his truth wrapped in Beastie Boy songs and anime
soundtracks) Solid standard rain, he says.

After, the impressario, after talking and being petted, goes home to dream.  It's all
that ever happens to him.  He's BLE (Black Lotus Eater) and in his dreams the children say,
"don't wake up, don't wake up, don’t...'"

The stars in the mouth are springtime.  Say stars 20 times.  Most people stop after
16; they can feel their mouth start to froth from the power of it.

The boy with the radio station finds the monument.  She's a breaking wave,
scattering his dreams across all frequencies.  He wants to sleep with her.  When they come,
someone yells, "Bring the noise."

In confusion and springtime, they look up.  The BHBs have found them.  It looks
like curtains.  Curtains.

ISSUE TWO:

Ragamuffin.  Can you follow this?