Eve

Female | Unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 44

EXTRACT: So I go to the park of my mother. I go and go, and breathe deep as I walk past the corner, past my dying friend, the black whore; past the old man who owns a thousand rooms, calling out to me to taste some of the good stuff he's trying to unload. I go and go past them, past the lane and the men slowing and calling from their cars. Past the movie star and the crowd surrounding him; past the life that is a life no more.

Him

Male | Unspecified | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 4

EXTRACT: So out there on the street, just before, my mate ... that I've been hanging out with forever, he says to me ... I did it on a crucifix. What? What do you mean a ... crucifix? Last night, and the night before, what I did, what I'll probably be doing tonight too. CHURCH BELLS CHIME Wow! A crucifix! Fucking wow, I say. Man! Am I blown away by your creativity, your ingenuity, your amazing fucking crazy desperation. Yeah wow!

Snake

Gender Unspecified | Unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 28

EXTRACT: Look at you now Jesus. Really! You're blight to the holy name. You have a reputation to uphold. Sitting on the filthy floor, sweating and shaking and screaming out for juice in your veins! Is that all you famous whores and junkies ever think of? A crowd of desperate losers hover round him. Pretend artists, impotent office workers, scout leaders, more clergy than you could poke a cock at, anorexic models, bitching fags with faded amphetamine looks, piss hag divorcees with way too much lip stick on, who all cry at night; all rolling up to Jesus for something more.