Mortician’s Love (c) The Rutts

She picked up pieces of your head
She held them close to her in bed
They led the corpse unto his grave
As she buttoned up his vest

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, go
Go…go…

Drive downtown in the Kennedy streetcar
The blood on the street, it’s the name of you played star
The topless dancers that you see
All waving in the street

They don’t know who to blame
The feeling in your head
The mortician on the hood of love
& Kennedy’s shattered brain

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oho

Oh, oh, now go… Go…

From the collection of Shortest Stories ever written

End of credits Trilogy Film Two
(Scene cuts in – man looking at camera)
‘Alright, so lets see if this works then.’
Raises gun to head.
‘See you in the fourth film.’
Pulls trigger.
Scene cuts to black screen.
(Gunshot is heard over black screen)
The end

The Search for the Missing Salt Mine Continue (Part II)

The Search for the Missing Salt Mine Continue (Part II)

Feel better now that you have a gun in your hand?
(points) She’s got the shotgun.
(laughs) I can’t believe you got that thing.
I can’t believe they even had it.
Do you think this is a fucking Tarentino film?
No. But it may come in handy.
Like when?
Like during close quarter combat. A sword cuts, a gun you have to aim.
If you even have to swing that thing before the knife goes into you.
It may come in handy when you’re a driving down a small street & need to open someone’s stomach.
Hey look, you would’nt let me carry a gun, so I got this instead. You never said I couldn’t carry a sword.
You are correct there.
Hey how long are we going to be out here?
We’ve been out here three days, walking up & down. We haven’t seen anything.
No dog man.
No gates.
Even after all the mushrooms you ate.
(laughs) I didn’t see anything.
Not even a silver haired man w/ his hands on his knees.
You sure chopped a lot of wood.
(laughs) I love chopping wood.
And I love chopping your wood.
(smiles) I love you chopping my wood.
(man & woman kissing)
Jesus you two, get a fucking room already.
Well, there is definitely no ghost man waiting for us out here.
Just because we haven’t seen anything doesn’t mean that there isn’t anything here.
I mean we haven’t even crossed the river yet.
We haven’t gone into that house.
It’s the old man’s. Why do we need to get into his house?
Maybe there’s something in the basement.
Like what?
Like a passage to the salt mine. Or a well with a passage to the salt mine.
Maybe there’s ghosts.
You have seen too many fucking movies kid.
Well what are you expecting to hear? I mean scratching from the workers of the salt mines before they invented a bulldozer?
That would be audible.
Definitely.
If there was only one worker.
And if there were many?
Like pickaxes going into the backs of people. (swhoop!)
The salt mine doesn’t exist anymore stupid! I don’t know why we even thought we’d find an asylum out here.
Just the burned out remains really…
You got the stupid fucking sword.
Three fucking days we’ve been here, walking back & forth.
Night.
Day.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We haven’t gone north.
Well, we haven’t gone south.
(distant) Just been out here in the fucking woods like some pig ass animals.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey look on the bright side… if you run into Zack de la Rocha out here, you can chop off his fucking head.
Why?
The Jamaicans won’t do it.
(laughs)
That guy doesn’t know if he’s a spic or a fucking nigger.
What are you talking about?
Mexicans absolutely hate niggers. They’re fucking tinto’s.
Like in Haiti… Haitains don’t like mixed blacks. On & off the island, they’re fucking niggers.
Niggers are upset because they’ll never be white.
No, niggers are upset because they can’t be mexcian.
You’re fucking stupid.
& you ain’t black mother fucker!
You ain’t white.
Hey look, can you two leave your brotherly love at home for once please? You’re scaring away the spirits.
What fucking spirits?
(laughs)
Definitely not the racist ones…
Hey the spirits don’t give a shit that you’re fascist baby.
The spirits don’t think.
The spirits just are.
Alright then, let’s start heading north then. See what’s on the other side of that river.
There’s nothing on the other side of the river. Just more of this old fuckin’ road.
If we don’t find anything up that way we can always turn around and head back down in that direction.
(Cocks her shotgun) Alright then.
Let’s go.

To be continued…