Michael tl pace- sigge

presents:

MAXS
A cruel tale

Ultra posse nemo obligator

Part
Pity those who have to suffer them
1 Artwork: M4pictures
Software: Adobe
Hardware:
Apple Inc.; Faber Castell
This is a
great City …

…With everything
going for it. What
could possibly
cloud the sun?
Yet there
are forces
of Darkness
out there.
While the
Cheeky
chappy Jokes
and Kids
Play, there
is misery
hidden
behind the
masks.It is
the MAXS
Factor. He
Who does not
smile hates
happy
people..
Everybody
Is forced
to be on
the look-
out.

“all the
Leeway
they give
you here
is the
length of
a robe to
hang
yourself”
is
whispered
in foggy
hide-Outs.
You don’t
beliEve
me…
 I wish I
Had not
found
this Body
This
Morning
At work
either…
So who is behind
all this?
Those who know
may not be that
much in Danger.
The Face is not
known.
Just -
Just this
Blurred
Image is
known.
Cruel?
Kind?
Or simply
Hidden
From
Scrutiny?
You may beg.
This is one of

the people
who Did.
You may Cry.
Cry out:
“There must
Justice,
There must be
Redress - in
this desolate
Place”
Yes.
You May.
Even You, MAY
(pictured here), May.
This is what
The Police
Will Do..
Walk Away.
Avert an Eye.
While …
And While Yet
another man
Receives his P45
And Even these White-Collar Workers
Wonder How They Upset the Mighty Maxs.
…. The
Misery
Continues.
Well, you may
think there is
an easy way
out. You know
something
other people
should know.
Know about
things that
should not
happen this
way. You pass
info on. Or Try
to
whistleblow.

Shame about
the pretty
face…
Never forget: While We are
watched whenever,
Whatever we Do …
… The right
words may
too easily
reach the
wrong ears.

And its no
longer just
your ears
you lose,
sunshine.
Some Try Desperate Measures to Escape.
YeT will That
Automatically
Mean A Rose-
Garden
waiting for
them?
Or Yet
another
Prison?
Or Illness and Burden for Those We
Love? If There are Those left?
No! Something MUst be Done!
The Tree OF Hope StILL Stands on the
other Side of what Fences us In.
The Oppressed,
Depressed Masses
Need To Shake off
Their Shackles
So what does Friends Together
it mean when -That was Then-
friends are Today it Means
all dead or That, When All is
gone? lost…
…You Are So Alone

And Consequences Stop

To Matter.
So Why not Follow
What Maxs Does When
He Massages Figures?--
Who he Is
Phoning? --
-- Where He Is Phoning To?
Where he Is Going?
The Last Is The Hardest Thing to do.
When No-One ever saw him, he may be
just A Kernel of Sand..
Deceive Those Who are meant to cover
MAXS…
Known Is
That he is the
Heart Of Dark-
Ness.
And That he
Loves a Drink.

Put Two and

Two together
…
Find The
Public
Houses in
Dark
Backwaters…
Use your
Binoculars
…
 MX V
MS 1

And When You see A man Stepping into

What clearly is A Hearse ..
Follow it Without being Seen…
… Alongside the River …
Finally, from around
The corner, he is seen
Getting out in this
street. No people, a
sole car passing.
 The pupil of the eye catching
only a brief glimpse. A
mirrored image. Can this be him?
The car has moved on. The
roofs of the houses give no
answers.A city institution
he vanished in.Is Maxs in a
meeting? And who will
suffer next?
Yet he never
came back
out. It was
Dark when I
walked home.
A bleak, cold empty
room to come back to.
Yet: My place.
 Over The
next Days,
nothing
could Be
seen or
heard.
Nothing
unusual
happened.
Days
Drifted by
and I got on
with my
work.
Another Ex-
changeable
cog in
another
machine.
The Climate seems one of
suspicion. People shoot brief
glances, then move on. I end
sitting alone at lunch.
Yet the sandwich I had Packed
unveils a Plaque when un-wrapped.
Ok, my line of work… But who
switched my meal. And why?
That is the advantage of the single table.
Inside the Stone A piece of paper. Yet to
read it, I better go to a quiet spot
An Invitation. For tonight. Strange
friends I seem to have. I use type-
written Letters! But the intent is clear -
Somebody must know I am on maxs’ case.
Yet will this lead me to an informant or
into trouble?
That evening. The pub seems nice
enough.Even live music.Loud enough not
to be overheard. I’m Early for my man.
 Somebody…
Yet an hour
Has passed. I’m
still nursing
the first
glass. No sign
yet. Not my
man anyway.
I’m ready to
go. Should
have gone
long ago.
Would have
been
healthier…
 Then this
man gives
me a
distinctly
funny
look. I can
Feel my
skin turn
rough.
trouble?
 However,
nobody came
over to
roughen me
up. Instead, I
noticed in a
dark corner
Trouble
brewing
between two
burly shapes.
I decided it
was better
to quit the
public house
there and
then.
 Waking up
early, two
figures stand
outside my
door, waiting
for me to
answer. They
look very
much like
being on
official
business.
The moment
I open the
Door I get
Pushed
back into
the Room.
It’s the
Busies. No
need to ask
for
Explanations
- I need to
get
Dressed
under
their Eyes
and follow
them out.
It’s 6.30 am.
 Somebody
Read me the
Story. Now I
am Huddled
up in a Cell.
Apparently I
started A
fight Last
night. A guy
with Glasses
had identi-
fied me. I
don’t Need A
p45 to be out
of work.
Suspended
While under
Investigation.
Hours Later. Is it Night already? Neon
Light everywhere, My watch still at
home. My chance to go. Bailed. But A
weekly “Meeting” with the Police. At
Least, they are not corrupt. Only too Blind.
Whatever next? Mind a Mist. I know I was
not involved in that fight. Yet why did
this guy want to implicate me? Who is he?
If Society can make me an outlaw so
easily, what is there to hope for?
An outlaw- it seems to be burned onto
my forehead. Where I walk, people will
stare at me. What is it? What is it with
me? Can’t I just simply walk through
this park?
I feel so tired these days, I fall asleep
when I just sit to listen to the Radio.
Exhausted from doing nothing.
 But
sleep
does not
bring me
Peace.
I
hardly
ever
dreamed.
Now
Kafka-
esque
night-
Mares
depress
on me.
Then I wake up.
Men at the
Door again? No-
Somebody is
out to get me. I
Know it is
maxs. I fear
worse is going
to happen.
Intimidation is
always the
first step.
People live in
fear. Or they
lose what they
love. Or Worse
still.. As a Cold
wind hits my
face I remember
the Dead Body I
found …