Justice League comic book who's who and what's what files

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DC Who's who and what's what Character synopses

Alexei Luthor: Alexei Luthor knows how to nuke Hollywood, with both nukes. One not even going in that direction. He is not an inveterate machievel. He is much too straightforward, blunt in his methods, if you will. He uses nukes after all, doesn't just invent them, like his underachieving brother in crime, Alexis. His, Alexei's that is, not his ne'r do well brother, is of fractal complexity, not inveterate. Order, not genetic chaos, X-men mutant style. Alexei knew and distrusted Joan Crawford, whose son was Houdini. Alexei knew he could use her son in his plans when he grew up. He was tormented by his ineffectualness in protecting her children from herself. Alexei Luthor knows/know crime, he has prepetrated and investigated enough of selfsame crime. He is not complex, criminally so. Alexei Luthor has frequently suspected he was Albert Einstein in a former life, but that's Alexei for you. He's that complex. He's also wondered if he was Albert Schweitzer. Maybe both, reincarnation can get messy. Albert Einstein was deeply involved in the invention of the atomic bomb, not silly Bohr and Heisengborg, and Alexei Luthor, his future incarnation, will know how to use it, apply Einstein's vast intellect, if you will. That's Schweitzer for you.

Batman : An inveterate machiavel. He plays the Justice League members both for and against each other. Either/or. He is a team player, the original. He works with the inveterate machiavel, Maxwell Lord, to bring a Justice monopoly to the Justice League, its four original members. Spider-man included. In the first movie, he is engaged in suspecting Wonder Woman, who is naked, of being an inveterate machiavel. A Mata Hari, if you will > sinister chuckle<. Hmh. Working for New Genesis. Metron was supposed to be Peter O' Toole, a friend and Virag of the Parasite Supergirl, the daughter of Joan Crawford. Batman believes in much evil, his own. He has frequently suspected that he was Hitler in a former life, but that's just Batman for you. It's why he needs a Robin to help him lighten up. Batman has a conscience, too much of one in fact, which should be obvious by now to anyone as smart as Batman.

Batman starts a world war, however without nukes, except in the media, which he invents, McCluhan style. Alexis brings atomic bombs into the equation. Maybe he is Albert Einstein, after all. Not Alexei. Batman wanted to prove he was Batman, all method actor-style. So he started a world war, Flash Gordon style. It took him a year, but that's method acting style for you. Daniel Day Lewis, Emperor Joker, takes three years, count' 'em, three, to work on a role for a boxer, for pete's sake. Trust him to start a rebellion. But back to Batman, who will never be played by Daniel Day Lewis. Batman invents protocals to kill each member of the Justice League, Batman- well, you know. He read and watched Al Pacino's “Looking for Richard” too many times. He will not keep Wonder Woman long. He is fired for this, unfair style. I forgot someone in the equation, forgetting style, but I might remember later.

So.

Batman spends the first Justice League movie investigating a very naked Wonder Woman.

Batman spends the second Justice League movie trying to recap protocals to kill each member of the Justice League, including a very naked Wonder Woman.

Batman spends the third Justice League movie trying to save a very naked Talia from death row.

What does the fourth Justice League movie hold for the future of Batman.

Braniac: Braniac is naked nude Talia's lover. He is a machine, Julie Christie style. Braniac believes in the inner music of Krypton, the inner music of the woman's body. He is a machine. Bergsion. Red Kryptonite won't affect him. Only Superman.

Riddler: He is Becket/Bekket. Not sure of the Spelling, but that's Riddler for you. He is typographics, coptic style He operates by the oral tradition of Nazi Germany. Hush, indeed. Kaboom. Ahhhh!

Joker: He is an asshole. Try saying that to his face. Just try. He'd like that. But he doesn't believe in killing. Those are his other incarnations. He lacks a sense of humour, unlike his other incarnations, who know a killing joke when they see one. The Joker will rot in hell but he is not an asshole. According to the feminists. Bizarro feminism. Snark. The Joker also believes he's the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler but he's probably right.

Baz Luhrmann could direct Tom McCamus in another Joker movie. He's good at writing assholes. Ethan Hawke has the most ideal definition of irony.

Bergson: Bergson believes in bringing smiles to a lot of people's faces. Have to read his book sometime. So I can write more.

Lois Lane: Naked Lois Lane is a naked female australian mobster. She trades her way up the corporate ladder in the sequel to 'Superman, the man of tomorrow'. She's gonna be corporate Lex. 

Poison Ivy: A wall-street trader in souls. An Enron woman. She is All the bad things which can be said about women, which are many. Many naked women and many bad things. She believes in both. Naked female souls are her specielty. Speciously so. She needs many female souls to fill her with at least one, like a number of angels on a pin. She loves Two-face because he reminds her of her soul.

Batman's Who's who and what's what files

Wonder Woman: She is an asshole. But there's more than one of her so maybe that explains it. She's sanctimonious. She talks too much. Way too much. About limousines. She doesn't know when to shut up. She's a hypocrite. She used to live in a penthouse. A PENTHOUSE, of all places for a superhero to live. Then she moved to the UN embassy. Prententiously. A vast improvement. Not so much. There aren't enough things I can say about this bitch. She's that multifaceted. In being a bitch. She once led the Justice League International, just to annoy me. She's just like that. I can't fathom why. She's deep, that one. I'm not even certain whether I ever led the League. I tend to recommend other people for that post. But I don't think I ever recommended her. Why in God's name would I do a thing like that. I'm not insane, despite my reputation as an urban legend. Honestly, I don't have a single nice thing I can say about her. I'm not Superman. And that's without the lasso of truth. Don't get me started. She is definitely the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler. And Mussolini. And Richard Nixon. And Genghis Khan. And Attila the Hun. And Stalin. She has more than one soul. Heh. She is Genghis Khan with a golden lasso. Brhiiingg! Hello Mookse, how's the Gripes. She also has a way of assassinating real leaders of the Justice League, Claudius style. I may have to protect her from divine vengeance someday. It's the job.

Superman: Don't get me started on the boy scout. He likes Wonder Woman, which is enough reason not to trust him.

Giganta: Giganta is an awesome woman. Just awesome. There is not a single bad thing about her. She is what every woman should aspire to be. She sets the bar. Real high. As high as her naked breasts, which tend to be naked along with the rest of her body. She's awesome. Just awesome. No clothes can hold her.

Transformers Robots in disguise screenplay prose

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“Transformer, Robots in Disguise” screenplay

“owner of a lonely heart” is Megatron's theme

“Stand in the place where you work” is Megatron's other theme

Megatron was drunk as usual. With power and other things besides. Was was a lonely business when you were surrounded by assassins- > glugg <

,,negatrib.. no.. nega.. mega.. megatron.. > ah < was a great tactical commander, despite Napoleon's disapproval of his drunkenness, but to what purpose was he a great tactical commander when he had to go it alone, how much machiavelling could he do to use for some infinitely long-range, long-term purpose, keeping himself outside the muddle, or in a gasoline puddle while others argued, or debated as they put it, he was a great believer in debate, it had won him many battles, but there was only so much debating he could do before he was no longer taken seriously as a fighter. So he would watch others debate and see if they did it more efficiently, because there were more players, and he wasn't doing it all by himself.

.. megatron liked Starscream, She was a flirt, but bipolar though, a loose-cannon, unpredictable during a battle.

.. megatron wasn't sure where to position Starscream, because Starscream was a gambler. She had a condition. Starscream could not be accountable for much, this was dangerous during a war. War had no room for a Diva.

“mis screaming diva, so that's what I am”, screamed Starscream to no one in particular, “.. i should be leader sometime, so we can use my charisma for strategic advantage against the autobots.”

.. no wonder he drinks,

“See, the autobots are easily intimidated by power, by the power of presence, by the propaganda of presence, that's why, I, Starscream, am propaganda minister of the decepticons and should be leader, it's a propaganda war and we're losing it if we give ground by not making me leader. The autobots are relentless otherwise.”

That's all she wrote about Megatron so far.. sorry to disappoint.. I'm only at the beginning of the screenplay/novel.

Here's some “Transformers” writing which I wrote when I was 12 or 13. Maybe it can make its way into one of the movies of the next franchise.

Megan Gale should play Cyclonus. She uniquely looks like both a woman and a man. She's sexy, that way. Especially naked.

Her survived, fell, began to rise, found no actual reason to, collapsed, switched off, simultaneously closing her eyes and gazing at a piece of purple flesh grasping and ravaging the lower part of his leg, didn't grasp a moment of sleep, swelled open his eyes, remembered, disbelieved, cringed in horror, and pounced upon the impossibly living piece of purple flesh, attempting to pull it away, finding it only, and remotely, possible to do so piece by piece.

It felt itself, the only member who hadn't lost its anchor against the fiery pits of Hades, the helpless piece keeping what he had been, or what was left, alive, yet evading the embrace of death, still keeping itself, what it had been, between the closing grating, now being pulled and torn to be made incapable of holding on anymore. Did they so wish his death, his loss?

It perhaps remembered- She walked through the jungle of molecules, every third one wishing his death. It was the acknowledgement of this, the awareness of the game, and thus her preparation, that, unlike the probable owner of a strange thing that was probably apart from something in a way that nature had not meant it to be, or a renegade facet of nature had not meant it to be, made her not uncomfortable or lost, or dependant upon chance, which was very unreliable, and must have brought some unlucky encounter for each of those who had gone before her.

Hmmmm. Many traps scattered in an extremely complex pattern that he/she, Cyclonus, would have to uncover. It was a pattern made to accomadate the pattern of thinking of those that had gone before Cyclonus, so that each of their deductions and thought out decisions would lead to their death. Cyclonus was above all patterns of thinking. She looked at that which was before her, and made his pattern of thinking to accomadate the pattern before her, so that the deductions and calculations that each of the traps followed should bring their confoundation. It was Ultra Magnus who would suffer the last laugh.

Arriving before the completion of all the thoughts within Cyclonus's mind, but consequentely embellishing them infinitely, a compressed, speeding snowball nearly robbed him of one of her current senses. She raised his hand in front of his eye and grabbed the ball upon impact. Well, of course something was going to approach in a split second before any supposed chance of reorientation to rob her of something he couldn't imagine being without. Ah, here it came. She naturally rejoiced at its coming and its thorough destruction. It was now dead. There was a settling silence, subsequently. Cyclonus stated at the miserable snowball angrily- She crushed it into ice-flakes. Anymore games, Magnus? The next interruption came gracefully into the act. It was very simple to dispense with it. The game was actually fun by now. It wasn't challenging or anything. Just a thrilling ride. There weren't anymore interruptions, as far as she noticed. Then there was a movement. MAGNUS!!!! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang- uh, where are you? Nowhere near. Magnus? Ultra Magnus? You old devil. Fine, coward, don't show yourself. Then, in front of him, there was Ultra Magnus. She was holding a sword. All the playfulness left. Hello, Magnus. DIE!!!

Cyclonus's sword would have, in all rights, killed Ultra Magnus, if Ultra Magnus had not put his own sword in the way. What Ultra Magnus himself could not have endured, her sword did. Both of them wished for more pain. There couldn't be a victory without pain first. Cyconus and Magnus both felt equally angry. Magnus raised his sword. Cyclonus raised her sword. Then each of them were struck by a sword. Both their heads fell off. Their bodies and swords continued tearing at each other. In near terror, the heads were moving away from their hosts, losing themselves in the forest. For a second, they seemed to be falling into chaos, then God may have given them a push, and they regained, fell back on their pedastels.

No, they were on each other's bodies.

Powerdasher monologue. Powerdasher is a deserter.

I've been walking and riding and flying (mainly walking: it's not easy to do much riding around here and can't waste enough energy to fly that much) for, I suppose three, four days. No harassment. That's good. Recently I've felt really that I'm not going anywhere, not heading anywhere. I don't know anything about this place. I guess I didn't know anything about what I was doing back there, though. At least I'm free- I don't want to talk right now.

I'm just sick. Huhhh. I'm feeling bad. Like I've got nothing, no freedom either. Still on this stupid planet of death. Ahead. Legendary land of the whaleobots- I don't know if that's what they're called. It doesn't exist. Look down on this planet- mudball, you'll find nothing of that sort. Nothing there- just a blank idea- I shouldn't call this planet a mudball. It's not its fault that it's the scene of a war. It's its greatest sufferer. It's rather nice here, where it's allowed to be. If only it would be allowed to be, this planet would be such a beautiful place. But it is! Here, it is. War hasn't destroyed is hopeful spirit.

It's holy spirit lives on, blooms on, wishes to bring life to the world! God is here, somewhere. Hahahahahahaha.

It's good to know.

It's nice to be free. No bad memories. I can fight back. I have fought back. I haven't taken it anymore. I've left. And they can't do anything to stop me. I'M fine. It's the others I'm worried about.

I was all they had left. The only person who could protect them from the evil wrath of that demonic Ultra Magnus. Now I'm gone. My God, what are they going to do! Its times like this that I wish I had stayed. Oh, who's going to protect them. Rodimus Prime? I knew him. He wasn't a bad person, even though he's not in control anymore. Nah, he can't stand up to Ultra Magnus. Magnus is just too powerful.

Hmh. Prime didn't even known them. I guess I can't really count on him.... He has some problems of his own, too. I don't know what's going on with him a lot of the time. I feel sorry for him. When we talked,... it seemed that we were on the same level. Even though he's supposed to be the ultimate leader of the autobots, he seem to be barred in some sort of small, dark prison at the top of a castle by Magnus. That time we talked, its seemed to be one of the only times he got through, for a while. I feel sorry for him. He's as much of a prisoner of the war as I am. A war manipulated by Ultra Magnus.

I had to leave. I couldn't do anything else. I couldv'e stayed. I have a right to leave. I have a right to think about my own life. I have a right to control it. I feel really bad about leaving them, but it's my life I have to worry about.

I wonder if I could, if I ever reach the land- No, I'm not going to see them ever again! That's a fact. I'm running away from that life and everything connected to it.

Will this path never end?

This is an infinite place. I've looked, and it's forever. Nothing.... as far as the eye can see. I had expected.... something.

My energy's real low. I'm in nowhere. I'm heading to nowhere. I'm following a path to the land of blank. My God, I'm as good as dead! Like, life from the book! The bible, it has always guided me through! No, not that part, not now! That other story. The one of goodness, not the weird death stuff. Life. 'For bring the little children unto me, and forbid them not. For theirs is the kingdom of God.'

The innocent. The unaware. The selfish. The fragile. The love. The dependance. The acceptance. The trust. The faith. The loyalty. The uncaring! The unknowing. The faith. The caring. The succombers. The acceptors. The learners. The wise. The kingdom of God.

What am I, then? What am I become? A hater. A hater of evil authority. And a defier. Not a succumbor, as I should be.

But I'm no forbidder like Ultra Magnus and so many others! Am I bad because I don't succomb to a sacrilige of the word of God thus forbidding myself from the true kingdom of God?

Well, that helped. I found out that I'm going to die and then comforting myself I find that I'm not even going to get to heav- But what am I supposed to be, then? Was I supposed to let him bully them around. And what about what I'm doing now? Did I have a right to help them then if I apparently have no intention of helping them now? I don't know- I hate thinking about that. Can I change the subject, please? I don't want to think about this, anymore. Okay, something else.

I'm lost in the middle of nowhere and I'm going to die. Later, I'll be going to hell. Aw, nuts. I hate this.

Am I really going to die?

Ultra Magnus. MK-Ultra Magnus? A tragic hero/villain.

Bulldog is the name of a courageous rabbit my family and myself once owned. Sorry, Bulldog is deceased.

Gus Van Sante can direct this scene, with either Tom Cruise, Mikey Jerome, Matt Damon or Casey Affleck as Powerdasher, the monologuist narrater in first-person.

Ohhh. Sheeoot. Now, what... goes on? Rahhhccnnbrshhhbrllbrllawacchc! Aw, man, the taste in my mouth. And I feel like I've been pulled apart and put back together. Kaff, kaff! Hhhemm. I'm alive anyway. I gues I must be. Oh sheeeeesh. Nuts. Well, I feel together. I suppose in som eperiod of my life I'll have to get up. I feel as if I just may fall apart if I do. But I do feel together. One second- I just have to think for a second.

I just... can't remember. I can't believe it. I- I can't remember! Oh, come, of course I remember. I am somewhere. Here. Oh, what is going on? Okay now. I must organize my thoughts. Okay, I 'm on land. The land goes on to nowhere. I think I'll get up. I'm up (and together. Nice.), and now I'll walk toward that nowhere. Okay, now I'm on the edge of nowhere.

To my surprise, as I look over nowhere, I still see nowhere. And....the nowhere is alive and moving. Oh, it's moving toward me! It's far away, though. It's low too, faraway and low. Beneath the land. Oh, I'm reorienting myself and the moving sea that continues nowhere is low, very far beneath the land that stops at nowhere.

I am on a cliff looking out into the empty air and down upon the far moving sea. Looking out into both blues makes them indistinguishable except for the lively waves. I am very high up. As high as I may have to climb. Down goes nowhere. Left or right doesn't exist, not beyond the land, which... Up is something. Up has something.

There is land. The land goes on to nowhere. The nowhere is alive and moving. And far. There is a high cliff looming over the far reaching sea.

A hand appeared behind the cliff and grasped at ground, reaching form nowhere. Another hand appeared, and then pulled a connected head and torso up. As the appearing upper body leaned ahead against the land, a leg swung over, and was all that as needed to complete the task of bringing its owner on to steady land. Without a word, the man who had come off the cliff of nowhere rested and walked on yonder, oblivious to all around him.

The rock was there. The trees were around, hovering protectively over it. There were some newcomers behind themselves, bu they weren't of his concern now. He looked at the rock. Could he see any erosion there? No, no different. He couldn't see any signs of age and wearing down. he looked fondly at the trees. They had kept the rock, his favourite rock. And they had kept themselves. For ten yars, they had kept the place for him. They had no comprehension of doing anything less. He thanked them.

Ten years after the Trojan war, Bulldog sat and thought. He thought about life, death, the afterlife, God, the immortals, the immortals. He sat as if the war had never happened, as if his mind had never changed. Sitting here, he could see no evidence that the last ten years had not been a dream, started when he had sat there, contemplating. His mind was still there, though. His mind still existed to remember. He looked at the piece of nostalgia that he so loved. He closed his eyes, lied on the rock, and tried to fall asleep in that wonderful, simple world. He couldn't. He wasn't tired. He got up. He looked at the place. HE blessed it. HE God blessed it. Then he left.

Later on, as days passed, people would see the powerful, possessed man who spoke in no language but grunts and hums, working continuously on killing a mountain. Soon, as they passed by there as weeks passed they, they would notice a shape, carvings, twistings, substances and creations that he had made from nothing. Just rock, dead rock, dead mountain and dead ground. They saw him work with fire. He manipulated fire . With fire he had creation, genesis. It was with fire that he could make such life from the lifelessness. Such creation.

And little do they know, thought the man, that this creation would not only show mortals wonders beyond Olympus, but it would rise against it. And on he worked.

Star Wars The nightmare womb of dagobah screenplay

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The nigh'mare womb of dagobah

nightmare horses.. nigh'mare horses.. dream mares...

Anakin Skywalker felt the sky in his ambition perpetual sky perpetual sky of soul of soul's flight into blue nothing into nothing of souls essence but flights soul soul in skating flight soul skating the sky in soul's nothing patterns in soul for nothing gained no ambition sought no building for warrent no building for construction of times zoning, to build a construct a civilization

A Construct

A Construct of abstract

meaning but lie

to lie a meaning into abstraction

into abstract verifiability

by abstract proofs

of itself

to

a more of buildings

of

good to worth

of building meaning

by meaning building

A building of worth

for souls worth

Anakin thought buildings, buildings, buildings,

The Master Builder

pushers for rosmerhomes

rosmerholmes

rosary

To built a towering

a church towering

to reach God

to triangulate a quest

a soul's quest

a soul's quest

to

heaven

through a

spiral

an hourglass

a narrow strait

to hone a

soul

to hour's

destruction

to

destructive

self-annihilation

at a

soul's spire

a

focus – soul lens

to

astronomy epic

to epic hour glass

of outer space

Anakin Skywalker was feeling an age of sorrow within himself. Uncomprehensions abyss of sorrows wonding, a wandering loss of selfsorrow of goners lost and gonesoul lost and aristocratic soul a goner's losting a lost shadow of age no more substance

substance was loss to this age it was a not it of a single foundation of neuter noun of subject gone... of object gone with the wind of rotations gradients windcast by a perfect storm a perfect eye of pyramids storm of pyramids freemason eye of loss of goners age of desert egypt before waste civilization of a desert of egypt which preceded a civilization of spendthrift and warrent of pleasure pageantry and static self-monumenting into a towering of Babel and and a language to seek an ivory tower an irony tower to seek upward by staying static by staying a civilization that invented architecture to stead the desert egypt the desert egypt of of deserts mythology of endless steppes pyramids of sand sandsoft foundations of heaven as ground as sand in flux in desert flux no civilization to seek God.

Hi guys, love your idea for Senator Solo and Senator Threepio. How about an ewok senator, dressed in tux with bow tie and everything. Senator Pablau, was that one of the ewok's names? I'm trying to remember the ewok I'm thinking of. I believe it was the ewok who stole the forest speeder. Great scene. Wicket I see as being somehow more grass-roots, not getting involved in high-echelon politics and the such.

Thanks guys, Teebo, that was his name.

Senator Palpitine is lying in bed. A shadow falls over his face like a dark autumn leaf. An aged sadness falls over his features. The open window shines in the starry black sky in a menacing fashion, as if the sky is a dark spirit which is hovering over Palpitine, as if the very stars will betray him. He moans quietly. Shadows congregate around his bedroom menacingly, coalescing together into patterns of decay.

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Senator Palpitine is talking to Queen Amidala.

Palpitine: I- I had.. someone.. in my.. life.. as such.. once... a.. a girl... a small girl.. and.. what happened?... what happened?... I.. I.. lost her.. like losing a book in a park... or on the street... she.. darkness.. pitch.. like dark coals.. darkness.. claimed her... because.. she was.. simply frail.. like a delicate flower... which disintegrated at the merest breath... (pause) .. I lacked.. the will.. the strength.. the simple sense of godly power.. to keep her.. anchored.. to the light.. and I knew.. I would never fail.. in power.. in will.. again. Will, my failure was will. Never again.

Queen Amidala: Perhaps.. perhaps you never failed her. Perhaps she will always remember you never failed her. Flowers grow from the darkest, richest soil.. perhaps there is some dark soil.. in the darkness.. which is still.. keeping the flower alive.

Palpitine's daughter's name is Loyola.  She is played by Winona Ryder.  She is Lady Palpitine. Anakin the second goes to Dagobah, enters the dark cave in which Luke met the phantom Darth Vader. He goes deep into it, into its most dream-like, metaphysical regions, where the surround cave seems like dream-like jelly, until he is simply surrounded by darkness, and by transient phantoms whisking by him. He feels like a phantom himself. He is no longer standing on ground. He is hovering in the air, above utter blackness. Then, he sees an image. A girl, a young woman, with a phantom white face, with a greenish tinge about her face. He reaches out for her. She makes a plaintive expression. She reaches out, and then falls back into the darkness. He yells out. No answer. Suddenly, he's on the outside of the cave. Like he's on automata, he gets into his X-wing and flies off from Dagobah. Then, the scene remains on Dagobah, and we see a figure, covered a brown hood, in the corner of the screen. The figure looks up, and then begins floating upward into the air, into the distant sky, into outer space.
 

There is a painting by Manet, of a woman named, I believe, Victorienne. She looks like Lady Palpitine. She has her skin pallour. Lady Palpitine talks in an eternal acoustic whisper, as if she's always speaking underwater.

Hi, Hollywood, it's Hanno. One thing. Keep Wonder-imp away from the Davey and Goliath scene. There was something horrible happening in her reality where she was being caught up in horrible images. She was crying. It overwhelmed her. She got out of it okay. It's just a legitamate danger. Maybe some secrecy at the moment is in order.

 Wonder Imp's journal

All tootles is naysayings gruff for nor'snortin's morning

sny snootles is haybrayin's 'snuff tore lor'tortin's sejourning

lean singing at both treble and bass is variety's sake for glory

ween 'ringing- finish it, kids

Wonder Imp's journal

The need for Israel to mock me so with curses

Is mead to'row through a sea of blood 'meth Circe's

Is meth a part to play in this horrored ring circus

Is ecstasy's glow a cart to hay din 'kiss sorrowed ming the merciless

is Flash Gordon's ally and nemesis someone to hope by

'tis sash Lord gone's sally 'nand 'remeesis a Brer' rabbit su rope guy

asia and africa merged in th'imagination of myth

euthenasia sand's traffic surged sin mage-in-nation broth'sith

Wonder Imp's journal

If I was a hungrier sape I would be thinner

I don't know what a wound is to gape to make all the world 'kinner

If I- Hanno, Wonder imp here, I haven't had a chance to talk to you and I want you to use my etext. I have- holocaust vision... we'll talk soon.

Wonder-Imp sort of felt like a lot of her own voicings were not at the stature of her stomach. She felt her own rings of self-destiny were all in order but Sonic was trying to help her unravel the mystery in his overachieving ways. He could never tell when he was teleporting or not but he went full-speed ahead. Wonder-imp was concerned she would lose herself if she didn't navigate the rings because she was more frail than Sonic and couldn't bulldoze through them like he could. She wondered if he could do the work of archiving them like mister old moneybags and she could try to figure them out by computer. A computer was an abstract enough thing to her to accomadate her frailty. She suspected she was the holy spirit. She wasn't sure.

A lot of computers and so rarely time to sit down and collate them together into a legit mainframe which she could use to create her own harmony of info of maps, maps, maps and etcetera. Multi-echeloned maps like chinese chess which could checker patterns by vertical computer grids. She was very vidual. The visual schemes of computers fascinated her soul.

... video game schematics were Wonder imp's souls retreat. She felt a visual map of computer algorithms such as a video game could or would indeedy co-link with other maps of more secular geography. ... maps like spheres of planets could overlap as hybrid theme, as hybrid land-masses, as a land of theme and a theme of video, video-2-de was Wonder-Imp's bain. They were always trying to 2-d her, make her all affectless about her 2-d-ization. Like she was all checkers.

She wondered if she could transmit her soul through various ads, visual ads.

Pop-up Wonder-Imp. Giant Tiger, no. Giant monkey, no.

Iron monkey! Wonder Imp of will of Iron. Boycott Wonder-Imp! The naysayers would say, and say Osama yo' mama. It's just a movie ad, don't you think boycotting it is kind of extreme?

No!

Why look at a lousy, grossly misinforming website, though, when all the fun's at the top of your screen.

I don't care!

Why?

I – do - n't – reme – mber!

Whoever needed another Rambo.

Damn random posts

“He's flippin' at the switch with an evil smile..”

Wonder Imp would learn finite math. She would. Indeedy. She would learn PERMUTATIONS.

Hi Hollywood, just to fill you in. Wonder imp looks like a naked post-crisis Wonder Woman, only as an imp. Imp-size, that is. And she also has a snowflake white complexion, like Victorienne in the Manet painting and Lady Palpitine.   I can't wait to see her introduced in a Wonder Woman movie.

In X-men 1, Hydro-man thought he was going to die, and he calmly, wryly said they would have one less mutant-perscecuter to worry about, but he just became water and disappeared to reintegrate and reappear in a Spider-man movie.

Hanno here. Wonder Imp has been disentegrated into snowflakes before. She came back. I cried when it happenned. We thought it was by Circe but it wasn't. Circe was innocent. But it had been done as if for a moral reason.

Wonder Imp has the power to metamorphisize into various shapes. So does Wonder Woman. Wonder Imp is just like the Spider-man villain Hydro Man, so well played in the first X-men movie by Bruce Davison. Hydro Man did an image of himself which looked just like Wonder Imp when she was disintegrating. You can do a juxtaposing image of Hydro man in his half-water state disintegrating into water state beside the image of Wonder Imp disintegrating into snowflakes.

Wonder Imp can transform herself into various miscellaneous items, like a melted candle with eyes, because she's just like a nintendo character.

Wonder Imp also does tantric gestures.

Hi guys, I just wanted to say. Wonder Imp has a friend, she's teenage Wonder Woman, although I think she's actually in her early twenties. She kind of looks like Angelina Jolie, with somewhat shortened, cropped-up hair. She's also naked. She's kind of like Wonder Imp's sidekick. They're best friends. Wonder Imp was really concerned about protecting her, because she felt there might be some terrible corporate agendas against her. Teenage Wonder Woman is really good at hip hop. Wonder imp got kind of jealous. She makes a really cool jealous expression, I can't quite describe it. It looks like discouraged exasperation. They were doing a bit of a double entente. Wonder imp would be in a top hat in the corner and say, “Ladies and Gentlemen, the new, improved Wonder Woman!”, and powerhouse teenage Wonder Woman would come out of the curtains doing her bullets and bracelets thing.

Daredevil man without fear screenplay

This is Hanno.  My email is hraudsepp@aol.com

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

My, Hanno Raudsepp's, phone number is 1 - 613 - 394 - 6412



Scene- inside the talk-show Tv studio

Matt Murdock: (absently, ignoring his secret identity) Papers, papers, where's my papers.

Wilson Fisk: I hate such criminal inconveniance.

Matt Murdock: Appreciate your sympathy-.. papers, yeah, paper of due contract.. I'm so silly about nonsense-papers.. it's a lawyer's right to drive himself insane.. who needs money when you have papers.. always getting lost in the corners and edges.. like every paper is a lost margin.

Wilson Fisk: Need help? No- forgot my Nixon. He believed in letting elderly people in wheelchairs walk for themselves. Self-reliance is due a lawyer.

Matt Murdock: Hey, yeah, self-reliance is your big theme, isn't it. Why not make a talk show of it? .. na-na-naah-na.. na nah naah na.. hey, hey, goodbye.. papers..

Wilson Fisk: I often feel like a lost paper myself. I unequivocally dress in white, so I fade into the background and can't be found. I'm a believer in great annoyance. Of great cause and annoyance.

Matt Murdock: I 'm sure we'll have splendid conversations. I could use a promotion.

Wilson Fisk: Your friend Foggy, where is he? Isn't he doing the show? Is he staying in the margins? He could use the help in status.

Matt Murdock Nah, he's the one of the who of us which works for a living and keeps the parntership going, he was too busy to come.

Wilson Fisk: Oh, work time and face time, the eternal opposition of Hegelian and Marxist thought.

Matt Murdock: Well, I'm niether. Maybe that's why I'm so blindly confused.

Wilson Fisk: It won't last, I'm sure. Your business won't be able to stand it. I'm sure your exhaustive empirical study will show promise for your partnership in the long-term. I'm a great believer in the long term. I'm a very patient cause to myself.

Matt Murdock: Wilson Fisk incorporated? Or what is the name of your company?

Wilson Fisk: The name of my company is the company of no name. I have spread out business interests so interdisciplinary and varied they fall under the radar. I am pragmatic about the liabilities of a public image.

Matt Murdock: So, it's a talk show of the blind talking to the blind. (starts talking like the Kingpin) I'm sure you're great friends with the highest-echelon producers and will exercise your discretion as to what makes it into the final copy and into the visibility of the public eye as much-disciplined and restrained TV images.

Wilson Fisk: Sure. I'll take care of that part. I'm the big corporate guy. I wnat both our view represented fairly, which is eternally, acceleratively problematic for TV forums, for public TV forums, which is a high gradient for this show. This show gets a lot of viewers- it has varied enough programming to be intelligent for ours and the public's sensibilities.

Wilson Fisk: The issue of business rivalries was at issue in multiplex derivatives of questions. A question of a business rivalry was a business rivalry, a business rivalry used to be the basis of an entrepreneurship, a copacetic deal was the basis of a business, of business rivals, which ahd been invented as a business complex to begin with by the premise of a rivalry.

The phenomenon of the rivalry preceded the phenomenon of the business. A friendly rivalry was no rivalry, a rivalry was a mean affair, an urban nastiness. Once a rivalry had been formulated into this new word “business”, the term, the idea, “friendly rivalry” came into being.

Before the existence of business, rivalry was war. Business demoted war. Made the most relevant factors and phenomena of it business competition I am no businessman. I own no business skyscraper or low-scraper. I have no interest in going legit. I am an underground conduit, an infrastructure of many margins, but no centre, if I am everywhere it is because I have no centre. I occupy low corridors, secret doorways and compartments. I always know the quickest, closest channels to a location or destination, always an underground channel, or a low-ground channel. I always observe the low-path with my feet. The low past, the low path, is the quickest path, the path of roots and gnarled tree-stumps.

Ah, finally found it.

Bullseye, played by Ben Affleck

Bullseye: Arr, yer afferyank. Arff got me bullets in a bosun. Therr neaiverr be anorrtherr Darre daviel ars lorng ars eI arm around.

Bullseye: Thar yarn goy ien a big braown trrencaart wars too viooelant forr moy farncies. Hey took too marnie men four his. He was a marn orf bornyard farncie, A farncy-farncy. He cars hoimself ein a norm whorch plays tor moy appeal. But hey was too lirtle for moy sense arv credobeilitey.

Bullseye: Thar yon Darr deivel iars an economic Rayarlist.

Green Lantern Star Saphire poetry

This is Hanno.  My email is hraudsepp@aol.com

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

The Joker: ... the night is casting my simple existance in mornings in my naked body is the devil is the devil in screwtape in the fucking every single idea in the morning of .... okay... the Maxwell Lord got the OMAC armour from the High Evolutionary armour... The High Evolutionary gave Max Lord his armour tech for his Omacs... Maxwell Lord just wasn't able to invent the Omac armour technology himself.... it was too evolutionary... .... okay yokay... on to cell-phone nanotechnology... thiosulphate... hydronium ions are key to everything.. then ther's hydrochloric acid.. hydroxide ions.. ther's carbonic acid and sodium chloride... colours colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. bromothymol blue.. naked Diana:.. my naked thighmol  my naked body screams thymol thiol at cell phones scream... Joker: .. methyl orange... methyl red... all the colours of my dandy decor... what else.. nitro, azo akyl, atroxy, azoxy... the Riddler: pha... ptha.. phalate... phalanine.. phat ltle.. mere phattle.. the Joker: pirate pyridine.. weak dibasic acid and its salts.. nude Diana: you love your acids.. i like that about you.. maybe we can melt these cell-phones with enough acids if we have enough variety of acids to do the job before these cell-phones melt us.. i don't want my vagina to melt.. the joker: .. neither do i .. okay.. dobay.. nitrogen-ammonia are a Two-face coupled reaction.. nitrogen is one face and ammonia is another... ahh.. maleic acid.. maleate.. oxalic acid.. oxalate.. Two-face has a differing or second disassociation constant.. naked mrs. Freeze a autoprotolysis constant... Nazi sodium.. Na 2# sodium.. Na 2+ sodium... hydrogen carbonate... K + not K2 rather K+ potassium hydrogen phalate.... saturated cyclic amines such as naked piperidine.. mike phenol.. mike phenol pthalein.. does your mutter no yor mike.. mr j: amphiprotic amino acids.. aliphatic amines... ammonium salts.. hydronium ions.. sodium Na 2+ hydroxide .. potassium K + hydroxide.. barium hydroxide.. we'll beat this flesh eating nanotech virus ..

This is Hanno.  My email is hraudsepp@aol.com




Hi Cynthia belleview, it's hanno, hanno raudsepp.  My address  is 41 o'neil crescent, Trenton, Canada.  Look up my address on the White pages in Canada on the internet under the name, Andres Raudsepp.  He's my father.  Look up - white pages - on the internet.  Then enter the name, - Andres Raudsepp -  and - Trenton - for city.  You'll find two cities of Trenton for that name, on in the States, the other in Canada.  My address, 41 o'neil crescent, is in Canada.  Come meet me.
Green Lantern screenplay

Naked Carol Ferris was a rogue Star Saphire, an entrepreneur of intergalactic crime, every intergalactic police agency was after her but at least she provided- a distraction, an dit was good for business, and it resembled a corporation of sorts of an upside-down pyramid paradigm - “where's the CEO”.. “she's naked and hiding, wee!”

naked Carol Ferris luxuriated in her noteriety. She had been on 6 unaired seasons of “The Apprentice”, the 40's version, and she was counting a fourth. Nude Carol Ferris pose of success and comfort. She was dashing her breast and seeking a fifth of her crotchkissing pubis and she loved math in its crime-nian ambition, crimenaked Carol, for dialectic of calculus of many corporate echelons. She love math for crime's sake. Quantum coins? Quantum coins are angular momentums. It would make her head spin if she was good enough to win a derby and race a gambling and collect a casino to spin her winnings to quantum multiplex numbers, all of them her naked body hopefully each number a unique perspective of it, a unique angle of her nudity of her naked body, and angle spin coin/spin spin and she would die a million deaths to win a single slot

a single lemon

crash a car to

win the arson

a spin, an angular momentum perspective of her nude body a momentum shot close-up

coin and spin

become/look-like

the same word when written/spelt messily

look-a-like

copy-cat

copy-and-paste

She was a Star

a celebrity

a naked corporate body of whore

of the

roarin' twenties

subsidiaries

She was Star Saphire,

She was a naked criminal soul.

naked Batwoman poetry

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

Havok: Rogue can only kill. It's all she knows. She's going to kill me.

Lex: I don't know how to prevent it.

Havok: Neither do I. Her need is a biblical flood, her emotion. She is pure emotion, pure unadulterated emotion, it is her momentum when catapulting herself through the air.

Lex: I'm only a mere mortal with no superpowers. I can't fight this.

Havok: The only thing she can't fight are cell-phones. She needs them with her, with all the biblical flood emotion power of this need. They are her other love, me and cell-phones. But she thinks the two can co-exist and they can't, and she'll destroy me and the planet and her son in the process. Her mind is a dialectical opposition of nucleur fission.

Lex: I tried to get her drunk but her superpowers render her immune to alcohol and its otherwise sleepifying effects. She doesn't need sleep. She needs you.. and me.. and cell phones.. but not sleep.

Havok: We can't fight a biblical flood. We're only men.

Hi Savannah, it's hanno, hanno raudsepp.  My address  is 41 o'neil crescent, Trenton, Canada.  Look up my address on the White pages in Canada on the internet under the name, Andres Raudsepp.  He's my father.  Look up - white pages - on the internet.  Then enter the name, - Andres Raudsepp -  and - Trenton - for city.  You'll find two cities of Trenton for that name, on in the States, the other in Canada.  My address, 41 o'neil crescent, is in Canada.  Come meet me.

Faust was a doctor. It was- what was it? A licence to kill? He had made a deal with the devil- the medical establishment. They were in the practice of slow murder. It was a willful neglect of obvious truths. A misdiagnosis of an illness which would be a death sentance if it had been true- blank, blank- was a matter to be forgotten. Forgotten forgotten. Forget forgetfullness. She was forgotten back into the hands of those who had mistakenly diagnosed a death sentance illness for her. Now that she was back in their hands, she was in deep pain again. She was Gertrude. She is my mother. The mobled queen with a disease which was a mote to trouble the mind's eye, the mind's eye of the “professionals”. She troubles them. They don't know how to cure her. It was only an ulcer. An ulcer. But she's been lying in bed in hospitals for at leas three months now. Her legs are wasted away. How can she even start walking? She was supposed to be brought to a physical rehab where she would, through swimming exercises in shallow pools, regain the motility of her legs. She has often said swimming is the best form of exercise. But she was brought back to incompetent hospitals instead, and the one she was in for months refused to let her go.

    

Batwoman movie

Savannah Samson is Batwoman, cavortin's naked in French cafe's of 1920, with a cigarette holder in her hand. Megan Gale can play the same Batwoman, hearkening back to her days as a daredevil adventuress in the circus.

Batwoman's journal

All things breast'irish are my whole breath's contumely

A believe in nothing so much as a little law to go around

I swarth amidst cafes like an elastic rubber-maid

A maid of France who knows kno bra in cinkle

for armour's sake is breast a'nesh enough for – Hanno, this is irish Batwoman, we have a lot to talk about- wow, you've written an epic poem just in a few words, we have a kind of ... that's me......Hann, we need to talk but they but holocaust imagary between us.

Let's turn the page

Batwoman's journal

To clink 'ago as lawyers lament

In season my breasts to prayer's ta lent

In autumns gale is megan the'swish of a tongue

To languages autumn by old ladders rung

In meaning be summer are overcast burning

In winter be sadness love wink tassels be turning

In spring be midway betw' seasons as unwept is lossing

To be wept is not in my reasons sass un'ylept miss grossing

Hi, hanno, it's me, megan gale, I LOVE your Batwoman poetry. I believe it will truly span the overarching of ages yonder. I want to be with you. Holocaust vision. ...we'll talk soon.

Batwoman's journalism

As Christ agrip with my crucifixion's mast

as a naked minerva stabbed to rocks in grass

my suffering agrip with torments al'lawyerly

weak knees in the crosss 'foments my sauce's dayearly

the sauce of my passions moist lost in the gallows

in Romans ship peace 'agnurly moss sin 're shallows

the moss on the oar 'all 'a slippery goose

the sauce of my wettin's tongue all a lippery moose

Batwoman's journal

Waging war against woman's naked breast is their own prerogative

sage in lore 'maginst sowman's raked thresh 'tis mare mewleg offthe rive

In the nore is my mage as raven 'carst by lune

sin the core 'ris lye

Christina Ricci can play irish Batwoman or pakistani Batwoman, whose gone through a lot of bad things in Pakistan. She's fine now.

Hamlet poetry

This is Hanno.  my email is hraudsepp@aol.com


My, Hanno Raudsepp's, phone number is 1 - 613 - 394 - 6412


Hamlet screenplay

Hamlet felt in his soul a turmoil of lot's wot' by God loch ness as such if by the not of wizards who will grot a 'k'not of barley rye beer which is Hamlet's fave over for rassail goes by his Hamlet's buoy of solitude immense his soul gone dense to optics immeasurable to coptic gesturable by sawing the air like a dense turmoil of implying soul's wince, by not known any who lost heart' to fance, fancy his drive but rarely go wonten, in his gait go fancy, by not melancholy trancy, by trance's immense, a soul gone to fence.....

Justice League screenplay and prose

This is Hanno.  My email is hraudsepp@aol.com look me up on facebook

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

 

naked Talia: i.. am no ruler in my perpendicular naked pubis and naked talia posture.. i have a naked talia posture of rulership of libya.. leadership is a naked talia posture.. i am a nude sculpture of leadership.. i rule libya.. libya is al-queda.. i had to snake my nude body into leadership.. aching snailpace of leadership of libya toward libya labyrinth of leadership.. to nakedly talia anticipate al-queda's dominance of my nude body in the region.. in my pubic region.. my pubic region is the centre of libya.. tripola.. i nakedly talia tripoli over my butt into a curvature of my breasts in rotund abyss.. i am a nude somersaulting posture.. i am salt.. my nude body is salt.. my nude body is a somersault political posture.. which i my nude body collapse into .. i am a libyan nude amazon.. i .. am.. mammoth.. i am.. wiiilld... and... wooly..

Bruce felt no autmuns in mornings cast in the monring of Gotham harbour in the night of gleans emmessage of the idea of night ngamles mlaent of then night of nighteningales ideation into the nightingales of hanno this is may midnight cast of hanno if i can work with you maybe we see this is the night of you are my friend forever of the night of wait here it is you are me i am you we can work toeghether and i can this is the righteousness of life we can wait okay dobay we are the it is okay right lie likeseee we can this is mr j either int the ienose dhtei oekay doliektheisowneishetish ioens eithsoeksay tisoneid athe theisoa tinsidoe the soaisneidhe aidoiaje we are then enver the saynme in the same ytheiaokaey is nthe name of the same oenf the oehtinsoekahy the aokeay the oakay the name of eht emaokay tme we ar finneagan os if the way of the agye in the sma eo fht eit is finished for the moement..

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

.. naked Wonder Woman: Hi, I'm naked Diana and I'm a survivor of flesh-eating disease, courtesy of cell-phone nanotechnology. I've died many times, horribly more than the last, and I can survive, barely, flesh-eating disease, but ordinary mortals won't survive it once. Okay, the cell-phone nanontechnology is a Y2K paradigm- flesh-eating disease is the real Y2K, designed to go off at a certain instant ,not sure exactly when, but sooner rather than later. It's too close to being past the margins of the start of the milleneum. So, the organic chemistry of felsh flesh-eating nanotech.. It's an electronic switch which is the coin electronic spin, the coin nucleur spin, the coin magnetic moment etcetera ad nauseum, all coupled, like my nude breasts, if they're still there, like my nude breasts are coupled in magnetic moments.. We are presently going through a nucleur relaxation time, a false lull before the flesh-eating storm, Bbrrriiinnngg! Hello, ahhh! Just kidding, but not for long. The next briinngg could be fatal. Relaxation is open to free radicals, like wittle me. All cell-phones have magnetic fields,.. The key is magnetism,.. magnetism manipulates the ferrous compound at the centre of the nanotech flesh-eating hemoglobin molecule, synthesized molecule, meant to replace the hemoglobin in our blood... So.. invisible zinc and invisible copper are the electrodes at the dimensions of the cell-phone. The cell-phone attaches, leeches, if you will, the potassium K+ and sodium Na 2+ in the cellular membrane of our neurons. There is a flesh-eating neutralization titration which involves chemical reactions of sodium carbonate, sodium hydrogen carbonate, sodium hydroxide in the ion brain-pumps of our neurons.. Colours, colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. blue-green algea.. sky-blue aliquot... enough colours for now.. it all happens as fast as quicksilver, or quickmercury, or quickiodine.. Choride and mercury... chlorine, geez.. - crying – have to stop for now...

.. the lit rush of a scroll, described in the Gutenberg Galaxy by Marshall McCluhan is the same phenomenon as the lit rush against a movie screen, which produces air-transmittable electric positive ions which tranquilly neutralize the flesh-eating effect of nanotech cell-phones.. it is a science so old, it may hearken back to the egyptians, to the priest-scholar Hermes, this mystical lit-rush ion effect, like mineral water or noni juice, which simply cancels out the flesh-eating nanotechnology. The Egyptian book of the dead may have anticipated flesh-eating nanotech along with Dante's inferno. I don't understand the science of lit rushes too well but hopefully I'll be able to read some medieval documents soon to get a jist of it. Movie screens are hieroglyphs thru which lights a lit rush- movie screens hearken back to ancient egypt and medieval scrolls... more later..

The Joker: ... the night is casting my simple existance in mornings in my naked body is the devil is the devil in screwtape in the fucking every single idea in the morning of .... okay... the Maxwell Lord got the OMAC armour from the High Evolutionary armour... The High Evolutionary gave Max Lord his armour tech for his Omacs... Maxwell Lord just wasn't able to invent the Omac armour technology himself.... it was too evolutionary... .... okay yokay... on to cell-phone nanotechnology... thiosulphate... hydronium ions are key to everything.. then ther's hydrochloric acid.. hydroxide ions.. ther's carbonic acid and sodium chloride... colours colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. bromothymol blue.. naked Diana:.. my naked thighmol  my naked body screams thymol thiol at cell phones scream... Joker: .. methyl orange... methyl red... all the colours of my dandy decor... what else.. nitro, azo akyl, atroxy, azoxy... the Riddler: pha... ptha.. phalate... phalanine.. phat ltle.. mere phattle.. the Joker: pirate pyridine.. weak dibasic acid and its salts.. nude Diana: you love your acids.. i like that about you.. maybe we can melt these cell-phones with enough acids if we have enough variety of acids to do the job before these cell-phones melt us.. i don't want my vagina to melt.. the joker: .. neither do i .. okay.. dobay.. nitrogen-ammonia are a Two-face coupled reaction.. nitrogen is one face and ammonia is another... ahh.. maleic acid.. maleate.. oxalic acid.. oxalate.. Two-face has a differing or second disassociation constant.. naked mrs. Freeze a autoprotolysis constant... Nazi sodium.. Na 2# sodium.. Na 2+ sodium... hydrogen carbonate... K + not K2 rather K+ potassium hydrogen phalate.... saturated cyclic amines such as naked piperidine.. mike phenol.. mike phenol pthalein.. does your mutter no yor mike.. mr j: amphiprotic amino acids.. aliphatic amines... ammonium salts.. hydronium ions.. sodium Na 2+ hydroxide .. potassium K + hydroxide.. barium hydroxide.. we'll beat this flesh eating nanotech virus ..

My, Hanno Raudsepp's, phone number is 1 - 613 - 394 - 6412


Justice League screenplay

Batman:  The cops are using cell-phones to track me.  I'll never escape them as long as I carry a cell phone.   The cell-phone tracking technology is most likely built into the police cars.  They can geographically track the exact location of anyone carrying a cell-phone or in a limousine, which usually has a built-in cell-phone.  It's most likely a satellite-managed satellite-coordinating and targeting technology. A pay phone at Wendy's is a good place to call from.  Thank God Bell isn't the main company doing pay phones any more.


Batman:  There is an active VIA rail in Canada which goes to small towns.  One can take a cab from the small towns to other nearby towns.

Hanno of apocalips: It was more important to maintain sin and theft as a crime in society than it was to prevent women from being raped, They said women were kept naked in drug dens to prevent them from stealing.

..max: We maintained stealing as a sin and crime in society because prizing this was more important to us than removing rape of women from society. That was the choice we made collectively, That was the choice we made as society.

Batman: These feminists are abusing girls so that the girls will say a man abused them as a child so that these girls will become willing recruits for feminism – Catherine McKinnon-style, to fulfill the statistics percentage/quota

 

Society Lex: .. the wasteland goes on forever.

Lex Green: .. I.. am.. very much.. I wish to speak gravely out of respect for a man in the eye of the media whirligig. I feel.. .. a lot of time has passed.. be.. cause.. of .. days of reckoning... which a tornado, not to mookse metaphors, .. a sort of.. real mess of Carthage got us distracted...

Society Lex: .. I'm still here while the world passes me by.. in T. S... eliot town..

Lex Green: .. I believe.. it's .. a .. kind of.. sonar war above our heads..

Society Lex: 'most like, 'most like.... all sound and fury, 'signifying nothing.. a mediawar, this 'mindwar'

Lex Green: .. I would fain be nigh to the nascence of my... vain years... to be.. closer to... your place of residance...

Society Lex is T. S.eliot Lex

Society Lex's journal

... much of autobiography runs on alternating current... enough of this subject for now.

... back. .. the reading impairment is vicious. I don't know the wherewithal of my mind when I don't read. Silent reading an apocalyptic sonar warfare with only the innocent for casualties. .. my mind seems spent with the years. .. or minutes. .. my mind spinning from its orbit. .. spinning from an axis of intelligence. All of my gained knowledge lost, what to do, what to do, all the book and volume of my brain 'all 'a clutter, no page aforementioned to be found of my beforehand archived memory, all I have left is words, words, words, nothing but words. No sociocontexts, no geopolitical contexts to these words of geopolitics I might remember. All I have is words in a sea of forgetfulness, words to build autumn leaves by.

... remembering and forgetting. Two topics I've never gotten the hang of an understanding of. How do you forget experience itself, The gained experience of a process of learning. How do you forget learning.

... to relearn again by strictly oral, vocal means, old celtic means, seems an investment I must struggle to build passion for. .. to relearn all over again, difficultedly, like climbing at a backward angle over a rocky mountain cliff. .. not knowing what you by strictly vocal exercises of reading you could be accruing for a future which can be forgotten from you.

Society Lex's journal

... the world goes on. I stay here. .. a world gains its stride apace, for destructive-wreaking at apocalyptic diatonic tempo spiral everyone into an unbreathable hell. I remain in ... a wasteland.. something like a ghost town, a town which slipped off the edge of the earth.

... if I am a targeted man it is not for me to know.

... to make a chessboard of the planet..... you need to have organic sensibility of its many courses, to feel the pulse of the planet as Talia does. I, her, neither the twain should meet as the enemy would have it. What was I saying, I feel myself in an office cubicle of the planet. Perhaps she presently feels herself in a similar place.

... the horrible roar which beetles 'oer the base... our world 'ta roar... a madness asymmetric..

... watchtowers time.. of mad clocks of all history eras sprung from their leaks in time zones disarray an elsinore to go mad in...

Society Lex journal

... so runs the world to madness array.. to dichotomy algorithms in dis'narled nook... I am not a believer in untrammelled madness.. the mind is like agriculture, what so it weep up thistle or throws up thyme, what but the incorrigable authority of our wills put it there- the proverb is something musty, more than one variant or vocab' to it, I'm sure...

- meandering poetic prose, besoars from a solacing melting will from a will to clipse, to self eclipse... I need a mind to action, to corribible action, not so unceasingly to poetry and pressures past... though to seek in my Jungian collective unconsciousness for all forms, all preworded forms of thought which youth and observation copied there be a worthy prose in adventures which grows to untravelled bourns from which none have returned...

Nude Talia journal

.. all hindu gematria is lost on me...

... strategic alliances are a cool wines' saviour...

... dearth to my heart is a country afire...

....gone is my all sense of worldly attire..

.... history goes by a name of a harp..

.. a harp is a heart in tragic weep;s woe..

.... tri-turned I by fates early risers.. as three gnarled women weave my fates' attire...

.... turned I to a key of musics castle vast...

... too seek a babel in the air by an an old bibles mast..

... i singe like a serpent in pain when go I to gringe..

.. by toilettries known to all who'd read Synge'..

Nude Talia journalism

... drifting through the shadows entwining...

... seeking sanctuary from the skein in weining...

... battening shore my ships a'flurry...

... I feel a'lept my body's hurry...

... vaulting mountains for Horus's bent..

.. that I not .. - crying - ...Osiris's death be.. groaning toment..

... by shadows skein over fates be tropen...

... the 3 weaver fates my fate unropen...

.. to moor me rudderless an endless sea

... all shadows enroaching like to Scylla and Charabdi...

Bruce Wayne is about to give up on himself, on humanity. Then he sees a father showing his little son how to give change to a panhandler, putting the change in his son's hand and guiding it to the panhandler's hand. Bruce Wayne watches.

Bruce Wayne at the embassy.

Bruce Wayne: “Okay, I'm in.”

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Lex Luthor: “I'm building my own League. Your its first member. What do you want to call yourself.”

Power Girl: “Oh, cool, I get a superhero- I mean, a superVILLAIN name. Ah, I have superpowers, real superpowers- wait, why don't you give yourself superpowers?”

Lex Luthor: “I.. worry about myself with superpowers.”

Power Girl: “It's so sad. You're so generous. Wait, okay, generous powers,I'm the first person you gave powers to, wait- I get it- Power Girl? I have powers, ergo, I'm Power Girl!”

Lex Luthor: (affectionately) “Brilliance, sheer brilliance!”

After a battle.

Power Girl (crying): “I didn't like fighting Superman.”

Lex Luthor: “I know. I don't like it either.”

Power Girl: “It's like.. fighting Christ.”

Lex Luthor: “It is. It definitely is. I won't put you in that position again.”

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Batman: “Okay, guys, you won't believe who's doing all this, but it's Starro.”

Flash: “Oh, wait, it's Starro. Wow.”

Batman: “Yeah, I mean, they're trying to make me hate starfish, and that's just wrong.”

Flash: “It's very wrong.”

Batman: “I mean, starfish are cool, right? They're kind and gentle and they don't hurt anyone.”

Flash: “They definitely don't.”

Batman: “I feel really bad about this.”

Flash: “Hey, don't worry about it too much. Hey, this is cool, this is how you talk? This is gonna be cool. This whole Justice League thing.”

Batman: “I hope so. It should be. I mean, Starro, man. Who'd a' thought it. Our first enemy. A gentle starfish.”

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The Riddler: “Did you kill all those people at the Pentagon, Pamela?”

Poison Ivy: “It was all.. like a dream.. I mean.. yes.”

The Riddler: “You were my Albertine.”

Poison Ivy: “I am. I've always been Albertine.”

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Circe, of the Injustice League, is a masterful Duse-level actress at pretending to be frightened. She brings her performances of fear to Diva-like operatic scales, just like Poison Ivy in “Batman and Robin”.

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Chesire: I'm not evil because I choose to be. And once I'm finished, no one will be evil because they choose to be.

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Society Lex and Pre-crisis Lex aka Lex Green

Society Lex: How goes the world, Lex Green?

Lex Green: I .. how do you say it.. it goes.. badly in went on lent.. is it?.. is went lent in winter?..:

Society Lex: .. in winters of discontent..

Lex Green: .. Yes, I'm not above some discontentedness in (- wait, Hanno, I'm actually going to write nonstop. I've been trying to stop from laughing, it is truly a comic masterpiece you've written in the past few words, endquote).. I happenstance to some frummery of the ladyship variety. Three of them, in fact.

Society Lex: Quite the Lady's man, Lex Green. Three, you say? Three in the harbour? A maid at every port? French, no less.

Lex Green: I think one of them's australian or italian. She's not certain- it's an issue of doubtful politics. One is as good as french. The other is small-town american like yours truly. (Hanno, how do you write this just like- it's all so easy for you endquote) I truly hold them in valuable estimation, one more than the other. I am in harbour's glean, so smoky's sheen. One of them's done the smoky eyelidded look, among others, for Vogue. American Vogue. I don't know of any such limber-lassihood as a salad-wench with ivy in her hair and as Hanno, the last line went for Kate, “with ivy in her busom”, I think she has a way of saying it all norwan keltian – like which entrances the heaven endquote

Society Lex: Ivy, you say. Good, we could use the ivy in our fancy. Ivy has a good wit in her wallet. Ivy's forepence for foreclosure. Ivy's gone the way of the mayfair.

Lex Green: (wait, Hanno, how do you write so quickly. I've never seen anything like it. It's actually got the wryness inbred to Society Lex along with the whimsy of good free boatin'

Lex Green.. wait, also, if this is is gettin' too tiring, we can call it quits for now. Sure.)

Lex Green: I feel very much in the- no I won't self-castigate if it cast me in ill favour, but I don't know WHY I can't get through the ether at this LATE stage.

Society Lex: In the recent wars of nature we don't know many leafs yet left to fall in autumn, howsoever it falls by the dunes and gulfs of witcheries fancy, if writing be a measuring cup of time's passage, how goes it by time's cuff?

Lex Green: We are in the evergreen pastures of no-sense to variety's glean to harvest all the sense we can muster from no sense to parry.

Society Lex: As long as sense, even by its felt absence, plays a part in witchery's proceedings, we play by doom's fancy.

(Hanno, this is Victor von doom. Hi guys. We have a heavy level of correspondence going. I actually wanted to congratulate you for having won a – see, you haven't been made privy as to a what a wall or curtain of velvet really invokes, It's actually like a smokescreen, it doesn't offer sway to... is it incredulity or credulity. I think it's in-; See, I'll let you get back to your excellent word parry.)

Lex Green: The moment of doombell's fantasy is yet difficult to come by, for yet oft eves is the shadows of the morrow. (Hanno, I've NEVER written so poetically. I have you to thank. I actually dont know- see, I've never been the- wait, they're interjecting us. I'll just get back to the dialogue endquote) Yet I'll not let shadow's bourn be ready to cargo me whole in to stowaway's lardour.

Society Lex: The shadow's of eve's dying carry many stowaway's of insomnia into its doubtful cast. If insomnia's writing is no matter for dusks s sheepish, then the dying whimsy's shadow casts by no measures knowing. (Megan Gale wants to give it a try.)

Wonder Woman: I often go by the light of the runes, if there is not jurisdiction for temper's casing, then I be known betwixt my bedchambers for my namesakeish friend, mr. Fortunas wright, who helps a friend in need on the path to fortune's best harbour.

Each naked pose by naked Zatanna is a letter of the kabbalah, a letter of kaballic hebrew is a naked zatanna pose.

Zatanna: “Zuider Zee is naked Zattanna!

       zuider zee is naked Zatanna!

         zuider zee is naked Zattanna!“

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During a frenetic debate, Diana takes off one of her heels and starts rapping it against the table.

While discussing a contentious subject, Diana inexplicably starts speaking in German.

Superman:  “Stop that.  Diana, stop it.  Stop speaking in German.   Diana, you can’t just speak any language you want when you talk to people.”

Superman: “We need a speechwriter.  Someone like Peggy Noonan.  Hey, let’s get Peggy Noonan; she’ll put the America in the Justice League.  As long as she doesn’t write for us things like ‘We’re a lot stupider than you think we are’.  That would be counter-productive.”

     Bruce Wayne is George Soros, a mysterious funder of controversial human-rights organizations in the the Justice League movie.

     The Joker was made up of fragments.  He was a dilettante.  These fragments were perhaps an ambition for being a cultured man. 

The Joker is Keats. The Joker is none other than Keats himself. He is a young poet of miscommunication.

So, Lex Luthor as Noam Chomsky.

Lex Luthor wondered about moral fractals.  What reiterating patterns of moral geometry existed?

     The Justice League was Lex’s fascination.  He anticipated polyhedrons of shadesw, different shades of moral autumns- thoughts out of season, decay fractals, a decaying autumn Justice, decaying fractals of the the highest reaches, the highest stridings.

      Batman felt his roots lay in Nazi Germany.  What had it been that had brought this presentiment to him so slyly, so shyly, had brought  it to him so much like the earliest of dawns, while the darkness still maintained a heavy-lidded, curtained eye over the sprites of day, a presentiment come like the coming day blooming into being but yet under the cast of night.  Such was the introduction of a Nazi lineage to the Wayne family to Bruce’s apprehension.  Farben.  His father had been part of the Amerian Farben cartel.  This kindled knowledge was like the silkworms entrance into the internal caverns of the jewel in Christ’s answer to his interlocuters.  The underground caverns of Nazi Germany; this now seemed like Bruce’s- or Batman’s, he wasn’t sure which yet- home.

Earth 2 Wonder Woman is Victoria Hill's Woman Woman's abyss of lonliness, of thousand year loneliness, as Victoria Hill Wonder Woman plunges into the black, underground caverns of Apocalips. It's just her and Earth 2 Wonder Woman and Max.

     Maybe Bruce Wayne becomes a Zionist because of his feelings of guilt over his father’s involvement with the American Farber Nazi cartel.

  The origins of Supergirl, not sure if pre-crisis or post-crisis, but anyway, the origin of Supergirl is the movie “Mommie Dearest”.

The story of Supergirl

Pheww Oookay – handwriting looks like “Mommie Dearest, the origin of Supergirl”-

...Oookay This reality is a drag. It takes too long for me to think through thoughts. Nothing like drag-racing. Unless, I'm wrong and it's everything about drag-racing and I know squat about the sport.

The issue of waiting and time. The time of appliances and the time of human beings. Ooboy, this is gonna take a while. Hm. Brain freeze. --- A coffee now or a quaffy later. Quadaffi was a great believer in immigration. Psyche! Q – the face of a clock. - Pizza – Peppermint – clit – Wow – Yowza - I'm booooreed! Dum-da-dum-dam- Time, time, time – sometimes the time goes like Wow! Yowza! An soOOOme tiIIime the time goes like tic-tic-tic / peppermint-clit fuck offf?

The time can passage like all opium bore time – time is variable here, it invents a theory of relativity, it's not always the same, sometimes it different, sometimes it a crisis of infinite earths. Time changes with time, depending on the viewer. Speaking of TV, I think Hunt, or Liddy, I forget which, couldv'e used me on the Watergate burglary, I could've saved Nixon's presidency, Who was it, Watson or the Crick, who said, DNA Diana DNA is like a cubistic painting.

Next chapter -

So, what did I write. This might take a while. Oh well, I've got all day. Food for thought. I'm no good. That's be it for today. Hemingway would love me.

- next chapter -

I don't feel like writing anything today.

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There's a whole page to fill with my thoughts. The nature of insanity is relative. Or not. Se, that's the first thought you have. Is that a tiger or a box. A TIGER! STAY ON THE BOAT! STAY ON THE BOAT!

No, it's a box.

THAT'S EVEN SCARIER. THE BOX WILL EAT ME, Help, Help!

What, what's wrong?

THE BOX THE BOX – IT WANTS TO KILL ME

- see, I'll go over and stop it.

- You do that.

.. sorry

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.. the box went away. I don't know where it went. Outside. With the normal people. I guess that's what it means to be safe in here. I'm glad I'm not .. schizophrenic? God, I hope not.

I feel like writing on this.

Schizophrenia is a form of automatic function. It's like you're on permanent freeze. You're emotions don't feel like feeling anything. Like saying anything. See, here's my hand. But I'm not feelin' it. What empirical proof do I have that it's there. What if it is but I'm not. If so, is it coming from a place called brain or a place called mind.

See, I have a LOT of powerful emotions about this but they're all saying – KILL HAND! KILL HAND! I'm undecided on this. See, here's my hand, see here's Lisa. But I'm not feelin' her. So is she there? I'm feeling everything but it's all about my hand. I don't think Lisa feels anything at all.

Have you ever really looked at your hand, or have a ceramics-craftman do a mold of it?

Society Lex: ... the program is entwhistle.. the whistleblowers of tuscany... we don't know no ents in the whistle.. for their is a shrieking owl-shriek whistle.. a predatory whistle.. but owl's shriek when they're in pain... breastnipple whistle is true.. milknipples like swords... swordmilk... swwwooorrd... speech is a whistle... speech is a sword.. a whistle is a predatory sword... a mocking whistle is a predatory sword... a sword is a snake... snakewhistle... snakenipple...

Superman:  There is so little I do.  I do little gestures.  Gestures of apparent decency.  But that is all I am- an American gesture.  Wonder Woman, I was your biggest fan.  You were doing all the things I just- didn’t know enough to do.  Then when- it happened.  When you destroyed… that plane that was going to drop napalm.. or white phosphorus.. I’m not sure which, and I heard the reports of the death of the pilot, Christopher Stevens- I’m sorry, that name may be painful for you to hear.

Wonder Woman (paralyzed in sorrow):  Go on…go on.

 Superman:  I just, when I heard of his death, I just felt, an image of a child born all.. misshapen in Fallujah came before my eyes, and I just, I just yelled, I just cried, like my voice was giving birth to that poor child.  And I felt like I had done it all, like I had killed that pilot, like I had dropped the chemical weapons that.. that victimized that child  And, all the ineffectualness of my career seemed like some.. great.. tragedy.  As if there were, by some horrid irony, some great kind of..power to the awful extent of the negligibility of my existence.  That by being.. nothing.. I was a great power, a great, powerful sorrow.

Wonder Woman:  I know it’s what people like me always say, but I don’t understand what I did.  And sometimes I feel so.. flakey.. so adrift.. and I feel when I hear you talk that you will be the heart of the Justice League.

Society Lex: .. Anna livia felt her hair swam over her nude body and nude breasts.. nude hairbreasts... her hair swam with her nude breasts... like clouds of sea... like whirlpools of cloud... her nude breasts were black holes.. her nude breasts swam with stars.. stars were her nipples.. milky way nipples.. her aureolus were pink with stars... pink pillows of clouds were her areolus... aerolus arborboros.... the mists of night.. were her areolos...  .. Life ... the name of entwhistle.. \life.. i get life.. the program.. .. the progra program por progrom is.. life.. lie... life.. turmoil.. lie turmoil.. turmoil of lies.. turmoul turmoil of contingencies.. turmoil of hypotheses.. of falisities.. of a realm of shadows.. of assassin hypotheses... breasts, breasts and more breasts.. an armada.. amidal armadillo... the truth .. is .. circe has many breasts, mostly metaphysical.. she has breasts to love, many loves, she has loves in her heartovaries.. like apples... loveapples..

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Society Lex knows his ents... wormwood, wormwood... Hamlet is Society Lex.. Hamlet seeks contingencies.. .. seeks contingencies with passion... passionfruit... fur .. fruit... like seeking passionfruit... but contingencies many become poisonfruit... peach fur fruit... for Hamlet / Society-Lex ... poisonfruit of naked Poison Ivy's orchard?

... get the director of “The orchard” for naked Poison ivy..

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Wonder Woman:  Al-qaeda.. Al-qaeda helped us out a lot in Libya so we can only express our gratitude.  I mean, Al-qaeda finally has a country of its own and it can be allies with America again.   I mean, relations between America and Al-qaeda have been thorny of late.  Libya brought us back to the same page.  Hopefully from now on our two organizations can be copasetic.. copasetic, did I pronounce it accurately.. Superman.. Superman? Are you okay?  You look sick.

Superman: (looking sick) ..It.... might… be.. kryptonite… or.. its.. equivalent.

Wonder Woman:  Maybe I shouldn’t be talking about America and the Justice League as if they’re the same entity.  I know that sort of thing can be controversial.

Superman:  Maybe.. if you..refrained.. from calling them Al-qaeda.

Wonder Woman:  Just call them our allies in Libya.

Superman:  Uhm, I’m not sure if that’s an improvement.

John Stewart:  I’m not sure.  We’re all supposed to represent a united front.  But I’m going to have to disagree with Diana.  The NATO-backed uprising in Libya has been part of an imperialist agenda to divide and conquer Africa rather than allowing Africa to become what was once intended to be an economically vibrant Pan-African “United States of Africa”.

Press correspondent: I take it you were a supporter of Gaddafi’s designs for Africa.

John Stewart:  Uh, I’m not sure.

Press correspondent:  Well, you’re quoting him.

John Stewart:  I have… conflicted feelings about Gaddafi.

Press correspondent: Conflicted?

John Stewart:  Well, it’s just that he apologized on the behalf of the Arab nations for the African slave trade perpetrated by Arabic slave traders… and then him becoming Public Enemy #1 afterwards.. It’s like.. I don’t know.. It’s become black against Arab and its just… I’m not sure what the Leagues position is on it.  When he apologized, I felt something in me I hadn’t felt in a long time, like some part of my soul had been returned to me.  I mean he talked about children being victimized by the Arabic slave trade.  And American politicians haven’t wanted to talk about children being the victims of the economic sanctions against Iraq in the nineties.  It’s like, as a politician, he did those things that you don’t generally expect from politicians in power.  And now reading about him being a sexual predator.  It’s like… Gaddafi wanted to abolish the death penalty in Libya.  How do you reconcile that with him being a rapist?

Press correspondent:  Well, some people might think it’s easy to reconcile the two.

John Stewart:  I don’t know.  Libya was a progressive democracy under Gaddafi.  I mean, the People’s Congress voted against Gaddafi’s proposition to abolish the death penalty and Gaddafi said he was satisfied with their decision, I guess because he felt it was the voice of the people and that was what counted in a democracy.  I just don’t want the conflict between Arabs and Jews to be compounded by a conflict between Arabs and Africans.

Press correspondent #2:  Okay, Wonder Woman, lets just pretend I’ve turned off the sarcasm meter.

Wonder Woman:  I will try to give you a wholesome answer.  I am tame, sir, proceed.

  Braniac is fractals.  Metropolis is a city designed by fractals.  It is this fractal consciousness which Lex Luthor wished contact and- harness?  Did he want to control these fractals, control the city?  He simply knew that Braniac was the infrastructure of Metropolis and that it was Lex’s relationship with Braniac that would teach him his own designs, designs which necessarily lead to his betrayal of his teacher.  For Lex knew that Braniac was the Adversary, the religious Adversary who drew strength from our decay.  German religious medievalism, German alchemy, this was the resource of symbols Lex needed to reach Braniac.

Chesire has an economic proposition for Jason Blood to discuss complex economic principles,...

“Chesire can and will kill us all. For sound economic reasons. And then the world will be safe. For corporations.”

“Chesire's been to Hell and back and back again; just like Christ. She sees herself as a role model of feminine/feminist empowerment, will all infernal powers at her beck. For a price, but she can get a fair divorce settlement with socially conscionable lawyers. She sees herself as the future Christ-woman. The resurrection or whatever of Lazarus. Who cares. Corporate ecology. (Finish it later) The Beetles died so Chesire could live. (Finish it later) Asian, Ninja, Female ninja economics.

Chesire: “Maligned! I say, maligned! I killed a million people but that's it! Don't blame me for being a multi-tasker. I'm so about keeping out of the limelight. Working in the shadows, not being a famewhore. Depends.”

Blood-money is econmic efficiency? - WHAT?... well... no.. bad, BAD! .. diminishing waste.. ecology-friendly... no!... no!.. Bad, it's very bad!.. Christ did not die for this.. .. anti-Christian principles, that's a fact!..

“She's been everywhere to Hell and back, and she's looking for new territory to conquer. She's the spirit of colonialism, exporting democracy, feminist values of equality, bringing affirmative action to Hell. For starters.”

“Who? Who are you referring to?”

“I forget. .. Doesn't matter.. nobody important.. I guess..”

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“Hey, I’ve been there”, said Wonder Woman, “at Plato’s realm of ideas: I’ve been there.  Never mind me, it’s just my vulgar vanity coming to the forefront again.”

Well, what kind of of commonalities could I find between the Justice League and Israel.  What are my own feelings, the actual feelings, about Israel?  It’s almost as if I keep my feelings about Israel in a state of suspended animation.  I don’t know what I want to feel about Israel.  I don’t know whether you can differentiate between the killing of a mother and her two children by Arab infililtraters and the military reprisal against Qibya killing 69 civilians, women and children among them.  I mean, whether the greater number of deaths in Qibya make it any greater an atrocity than the atrocity it was a reprisal to. 

      I used to find it easier to differentiate between Israel and the Jews.  Now, after reading some of Martin Gilbert’s book, I feel the necessity of a home, a sanctuary, for the Jews from persecutions in other countries.  Tzipi Livni recently opposed an agenda to define Israel as a Jewish state, as opposed to being primarily defined as a democracy.  That whole moral paradox, that Israel had to be a democracy, but for it to be definable as a democracy it had to represent a demographic of a Jewish majority.  It doesn’t seem like the most moral of agendas; it brings into doubt the premise of democracy itself, as the “rulership” of the majority, of the ethnic majority in this case.  An ethnic democracy.  Which means a Jewish state.  Which Tzipi Livni opposed.

     A home for the Jews escaping from the Holocaust.  That was what Israel was during World War 2. 

     I’ve thought about basing the Justice League on the Nixon presidency.  Now, I have thoughts about basing it on Israel.  Moshe Sharret as Superman?  David Ben-Gurion as Batman?  Is there a crucial dilemma at the core of Israel?

      You can’t separate Israel from the Holocaust.  That’s where relating it to the Justice League becomes distasteful.  But there are holocausts happening for which the Justice League could represent a sanctuary.  The Justice League as a sanctuary.  The creators of Superman were Jewish. 

      Justice League Island?  Planet Justice League?  The Justice League Super-State?

     Perhaps Hippolyta envisioned Israel as a kind of World War 2 era Justice League.  Maybe she knew Ben-Gurion and Golda Meir and talked in Justice League phraseology when talking about Israel.

Hippolyta: “I knew David Ben-Gurion, and Golda Meir, and Moshe Sharret.  I worked with them to create a place where a persecuted people could find sanctuary.. could find Justice.  I never told you about it before you left us because I wanted you to find Justice on your own… wherever it would be found.”

Maybe Moshe Dayan actually is Ares, incarnated in human form.  While Ares’s shadow-anima guides Hippolyta and the Jews who are “illegal immigrants” to Palestine.

    

Moshe Dayan/Ares:  War is.. a disinterested phenomenon.  It exists.  It is a fact on the ground.  To debate the good or evil of it is throwing sand into the wind.  War brings a reality of equality to all of its factions.  All parties in war are equal, none good or evil.  I could be an Arab as I am a Jew. 

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     Wonder Woman felt stranger than usual.  She always felt her infidelity to reality.  To be strange was her unique trust with the investment of the Justice League.  But now, she felt… like there were dangerous scales she was mounting herself to.  That she was making of herself a corporation: Justice League inc. And it seemed to be something which brought thoughts to her beyond the reaches of her soul.  Hamlet.  There was always a quotation from Hamlet to describe her present constitution.  Did she have an affinity for Hamlet?  Hamlet, one of those mighty opposites.  And what was she a mighty opposite to?  Was there some will to antagonize some nebulous force in her.  Was it decisively a nebula which she sought to oppose?  Was that the secret of the vast scales of selfhood she was making of herself?  That in this media frenzy of “Wonder Woman”- of a Wonder Woman in quotation marks to be displayed on magazine covers, on tv shows, in paintings in museums- that in it all she was engendering a multiplicity of herself, trying to create some kind of calculus of “Wonder Woman”, something that could fill a math textbook.  The mathematics of Wonder Woman, the chaos theory of Wonder Woman, was all this coming from some craven prophetic deeply-laden instinct in her of the arcane nature of what she would be opposing.  Giant stormclouds of Gods beyond the faculties of humankind to process or apprehend.  Was she thus engaged in the simple endeavor of making herself a God of this earth?  And simple a motive as it seemed, the consequences on her nature of selfhood were labyrinthine and painstaking.  Her self-publicizing caused her to cringe when she lay in bed at night, the media-apocalypse of the daytime which allowed little opportunity or inclination for reflection coming back to her at night in bed like willo the whisps of insinuating daytime memories.  Day and night were so alien to each other for her.  At nighttime she was merely a young woman.  At daytime she was every woman, and every man too, for that matter.  In daytime she was a topology of mirrors. 

     What did Superman think?  She found it difficult to penetrate Superman’s thoughts.  He was a soldier.  He was a man of multitudinous duties.  He was the man of today; she was the woman of tomorrow.  Tomorrow, the way that led to dusty death.  Was it Macbeth’s tomorrow she was combating?  Tomorrows which would go to their graves like beds.  A sleep.  A universal sleep.  A decay. 

     She did in fact feel a kind of living for today with all her publicity mongering.  But it was a today that tomorrow channeled itself into.  A today that was the receptacle of a future which was being advertised by the present today. 

     Superman.  Diana wondered if she lacked Superman’s drive.  It was something about his eyes.  A steady calm in his eyes which remained calm through the rockiest, most tumultuous oceans of battles.  It seemed a calm in his eyes which came from some deep, untrammeled core of himself which belied his commitedly earthern identity.  The core of himself was in galactic reaches, galactic reaches which were a giant abyss where his home planet had been.  This black abyss was his heart, his core being.  And it was his heart at sleep.  A perpetual sleeping soldier.  A calm which traveled from the self-murder of his planet. 

     She wished she could cry for him.  But tears were alien to her eyes.  Sometimes she would look at her face on the front of a magazine and see everything that was her encompassed in that photo.  She was an image.  A reflex of something else.  A reflex of some Godly pulse? In this image factory, this image universe, of herself which she was creating, was she engaged in some merely petty form of self-seeking?  Hoping that by creating a multiplicity of Wonder Womans she would bring an equivalent complexity of motives to herself, increasing the inward activity of the motives, as Nietszche would put it.  She somehow suspected that her desire for self-seeking wasn’t deep enough to be the motive for it.  She too much felt as someone who had already found herself- an image.  She was an image and happy to be so. 

      Batman was an image too.  A man who existed for the sake of illusion.  This illusion-love which defined the man was perhaps the passion of an actor.  Batman acted two roles- that of Batman and that of Bruce Wayne.  Two masks- but no man.  Which mask did he love more?  Bruce Wayne was a man of minimalistic gesture and nuance.  With neat hair, an alert but implacable face, his hands held together with his fingers overlapping like a hand-puppet show of an allegory of the healthy struggling of business competition.  Bruce Wayne was Batman’s time off.  The time he could use to exude infinite restfulness which did not sacrifice alertness and quickness of reflex.  His time as Batman was in comparison a bungling physical cascade of battle.  “Batman is a bungler”, he had told her once, “He’s an improvisationist.”  Bruce Wayne was controlled, a control of the image of Bruce Wayne was a restfulness he slipped into.

Hamlet / Society-Lex a weeping, wailing ophelia.. is his soul.. whos is society's lex's ophelia?... post-crisis naked poison ivy? ... naked poisonivy?... He is in another town in from Gotham... he is waiting.. he is talking to bruce... is society lex in elsinore town?... in a dungeontown of denmark?... llike like his father...

Society-Lex/ Hamlet .. knows a whirlig of situations...a whirligig of situations... whirling into ghost-hypothesis ghost-hypotheses... a rotating stage/ state of ghost-hypotheses.. a phantom state... a roatating solid, gas and liquied state.. a magent a magnetic momentum... a n a nucleur moem momentum.. whirling about Society Lex Hamlet like a hurricane..

Iago is Daia Iago is Diana and Society is Hamlet Society Lex is Hamlet

(note to self:  Remember, the Justice League is based on the Nixon Presidency)

    The Justice League.  Had the Justice League become the Super-State which Diana had envisioned?  It existed in alliance with the Security Council of the United Nations.  Max Lord had attended to all the buerocratic minutia involved and with the representing of the Justice League as an ally of each member-nation of the Security Council.  Max was a word-wizard.  And, indeed, it seemed that the Justice League could only legally existed under the auspices of the United Nations Security Council.  Was it worth it?  Did the superheros functioning in unison- did it- well, what the representative image of each superhero? 

     Lex Luthor was running topologies of ambitions through his mind.  His ambitions to create had died.  Now he could only feel a mammoth, crushing ambition to destroy.  To lay waste to all countries.  To usher in Ragnorak.  The words he had spoken to Superman, “I’m CEO of the world, Superman.  Welcome to the war-zone” >click<  The world was at war, but all he could see was complacency.  His mind ran through mathematical set theories of nation-relations. 

Evoking Nietszche, Wonder Woman wants to break open all prisons.  She wants to free all the creatures bound in Tartarus.

     Wonder Woman thought of the camel, the first of Nietszche’s three metamorphises of the Superman:  the load-bearing spirit.  She had never wanted to carry heavy loads.   But Superman did, it seemed.  He carried the load of death.  The death of his planet was a perpetual load which burdened him.  He seemed to want to give birth to a dancing planet.  But he had to carry all those souls of his planet, all those dead souls.  HE had to carry the dead.  As a camel.  And yet, unlike Nietzsche’s camel, Superman did not rejoice in his load-bearing strength.  His strength had been given to him by the dead.  In some secrety part of himself, he was cognizant that his strength was a debt to pay.  And yet, Superman’s spirit was not the spirit of a man in debt.  The dead souls of krypton were the infinitesimal particles of his strength.  HE could move planets as the dead could move planets.  His sense of debt was a death-wish.  Superman wished to be one of the dead.  Yet only by living could his planet, Krypton, be alive.  Kryptonite, was that his death-wish?  Was kryptonite an essential, central piece of Superman’s soul?  Did Superman wish to die so kryptonite could live?

     Kryptonite.  His home, As if he was a danger to his home and that integral piece of his home had to be death-dealing to the one man  who had escaped.  Jonestown.  Was Krypton Jonestown?

     And was she, Wonder Woman, a lion?  Was she a spirit to create freedom for itself and say a sacred No even to duty?  “Hungered, violent, solitary, godless- that is how the lion-will wants to be”, Nietzsche had written.  It didn’t seem to describe Diana.  She thought other words of Nietzsche to herself, “The solitary extends his hand to freely in friendship”.  Was that the truth of her particular solitariness?  To extend her hand in friendship through all the media apparatuses she could utilize?  Was this “Wonder Woman” media phantasgomoria all merely her lonely reach for friendship?  As if an image, a mere image- bright, scintillating outline of shadow rather than generous, visible substance- could befriend.  “ a dream itself is but a shadow”, so had been Hamlet’s apparently dismissive words about drams spoken after he had stated that all his freedom was being held hostage by bad dreams- “a king of infinite space”, but for these shadows.  Shadows encircling Hamlet’s mind as they encircled Batman.  And was Batman’s mind plagued by shadowy bad drams?  Wait- she had asked him once what kind of dreams he had.  He had answered, “My dreams all have direction, immutable direction; the sign of this direction is the swastika.”

     Diana had responded with silence, a dumb silence.  That dumb silence seemed to be the answer to whether Diana could love.  She couldn’t.

     Her mother had spoken to her of her alienation from the earth; the earth crying for Diana as for a lost daughter.  Did one learn to love from the earth? (Magneto)

Lex Luthor is Nietszche’s concept of the noble man: he who want to invent new things, new realities, or new perspectives on realities, new interpretations which are wholehearted inventions unseen before.

Wonder Woman:  “We have so many hells on earth, I don’t think we need to add another one to them after we die.”

Superman: “There are so many hells we don’t know what we mean by the word.”

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The Riddler and Nietszche

     I’m having quite an unexpected difficulty reading and understanding Nietzsche’s “Human-all-too-human”.  I don’t have difficulty with “Thus spoke Zarathustra.  But Nietzsche’s writing in the the former work is… puzzling.  The style or something is puzzling.  If it served as the speech of an orator or as the dialogue of a character, what would it say about the speaker. It’s as if the roots of the writing don’t go deep, or as if they have to struggle with rocky ground.  A rootless writing, would I call it?  The last chapter is “The Wanderer and his shadow”.  Is his writing in “Human-all-too-human” the speakings of both a wanderer and of his shadow- with the wanderer himself being a kind of shadow, thus creating in his path a shadow’s shadow.  “The Shadow and the Shadow’s shadow”- could that have been an alternative title to his last chapter?

     The puzzles of the wanderer; the wanderer’s puzzling shadow: is that Nietzsche’s writing?  Is his writing in the book a shadow?  A shadow-writing, a shadow-play?  And is this shadow-writing or shadow-thinking the mask or cowl which is the shadow-mind which Batman puts on at night?  The puzzles- the oblique angle, the trigonometric puzzles of Nietzsche’s shadow-writing is the cityscape of the Riddler.  Like a code written in invisible ink- such is Nietzsche’s writing in “Human-all-too-human”

     The Riddler speaks in codes and riddles, and his speech often seems invisible.  The invisibility of one’s vision as one reads “Human-all-too-human”, as if the style of its thinking or writing renders some basic retinal motions unnavigatable.

     So, does the Riddler speak as Nietzsche writes?  Do his allusions hearken to shadows, such as shadows in black-and-white movies?  Does the Riddler render himself as a shadowed silhouette, like an outline of invisible ink, to presage invisible puzzles of speech?

     The question is, has the Riddler ever had difficulty understanding Nietzsche, even once, as I do?  This question could lead into significant intricacies of the Riddler’s psychology.

     To what character could I attribute the past personal thoughts.  Perhaps to Two-face.  Is there an essential duality to this shadow’s-shadow, “reflecting-reflected”, wanderer-shadow contemplation.  As the King of duality, and all its resultant arithmetic, would puzzles be of particular interest to Two-Face?

Two-Face:  “And which side of the coin is the shadow of the other, the scarred or the unscarred?”

PNG Highland women kill male babies

Ilya Gridneff, Papua New Guinea Correspondent | December 1, 2008 - 10:17AM

PORT MORESBY - Frustrated women in Papua New Guinea's Highland region are killing their male babies to end a tribal fight that has warred for more than 20 years.
Two women from the Eastern Highlands told the PNG's National newspaper of the slaughter during a three-day peace and reconciliation course in the region's capital Goroka.
Rona Luke and Kipiyona Belas, each from two warring tribes, said the male infanticide reduces the cyclical pay back violence infamous in Highlands tribal fights.
If women stopped producing males their tribe's stock would go down and this would force the men to end their fight, they said choking back tears.
"All the women folk agreed to have all babies born killed because they have had enough of men engaging in tribal conflicts and bringing misery to them," Luke said.
The women could not give a figure on how many male babies had been killed in the cull.
Belas said getting food was hard as husbands kept fighting and mothers and kids were left to fend for themselves.
The Salvation Army is working with various tribes to bring peace to the warring groups, one particular fight continues after starting in 1986 over sorcery claims.
The Salvation Army told AAP women are so fed-up with the on-going violence they are taking the drastic steps.
"This is what we were told during the peace conference," he said.
"This situation shows the extreme frustration the women have with the men in these areas," a spokesman said.
AAP

 Superman:  There is so little I do.  I do little gestures.  Gestures of apparent decency.  But that is all I am- an American gesture.  Wonder Woman, I was your biggest fan.  You were doing all the things I just- didn’t know enough to do.  Then when- it happened.  When you destroyed… that plane that was going to drop napalm.. or white phosphorus.. I’m not sure which, and I heard the reports of the death of the pilot, Christopher Stevens- I’m sorry, that name may be painful for you to hear.

Wonder Woman (paralyzed in sorrow):  Go on…go on.

Superman:  I just, when I heard of his death, I just felt, an image of a child born all.. misshapen in Fallujah came before my eyes, and I just, I just yelled, I just cried, like my voice was giving birth to that poor child.  And I felt like I had done it all, like I had killed that pilot, like I had dropped the chemical weapons that.. that victimized that child  And, all the ineffectualness of my career seemed like some.. great.. tragedy.  As if there were, by some horrid irony, some great kind of..power to the awful extent of the negligibility of my existence.  That by being.. nothing.. I was a great power, a great, powerful sorrow.

Wonder Woman:  I know it’s what people like me always say, but I don’t understand what I did.  And sometimes I feel so.. flakey.. so adrift.. and I feel when I hear you talk that you will be the heart of the Justice League.

     Ishtar has a machiavellian wit.  She is the silkworm in the jewel, phasing her way through labyrinths.  Labyrinths, visualized riddles, are her natural habitat.  Labyrinths like calligraphy, ink which she draws over her body, lyricizing her body with ink trails. Is it from this coalescence of ink and body that she draws forth her powerful wit?  Is hers a body-wit?

   ..Hanno, it’s Ishtar.. I wanted to explain.. I’m a person.. who doesn’t feel..she has a form..It’s as if… I’m… Hanno, that’s interesting, you suggested the word “phasing”.. between one form and another.. because clouds phase…as if I’m phasing between realities… What was that you once wrote of me, that sitting on my throne, I felt like.. liquid.. taking the shape.. of my container..Hanno.. that’s exactly how I feel..

The pauses in Ishtar’s speech are integral to her personality.

Ishtar (V.O): Where am I.. I don’t know..

Society Lex Hamlet: .. every time somebody doesn't arrive, it';s a contingency i've been / become ready for .. a contingency platform.. a rotating stage... a rotating contingency stage.. a rotating state of gas, liquid and solid contingencies.. a political platform.. a political agenda.. a contingency agenda..

.. i am an ent named entwhistle

.. i am en an enthobbit named snakewhistle..

Justice League Orc

We all know who's whose directing Justice League Orc

 

     Two-Face , when he read Nietzsche’s “Human-all-too-human”, felt or sensed a kind of disjointedness in his own mind, as if an oblong, oblique 45 degree angle block of metal was subtending his mind, fracturing it, as if his mind was resetting after reading two or so sentences, blanking out his mind any comprehension of what he’d just read.  Was there, in this memory-trick, something related, something with an affinity for, his flip of the coin?  Did flipping the coin reset his mind as his mind itself was now prone to doing with this particular book?  Did his coin-flipping cause memory lapses, chess games reset to their beginning, a mathematical proof rendered “in-itself”, rendered in its final theorum form, rendered repeatedly with no background  biography, no journey having been made through checkers games of algebraic symbols any longer, merely the blank belief that this journey HAD been made.  The flipped coin did indeed bring everything back to its beginnings or endings- as a mathematical theorem about to undergo the journey of a proof was both... both beginning and ending.

     Was there to the coin between the flick of his thumb and the flat finish at the back of his hand a vast expanse of biography, of a graph theory of proof, a swinging plethora of symbols, algebraic symbols perhaps translated simply to colors outside the spectrum of the human eye, a color-impressionism of proof invisible to the eye but given sound and fury by coin motions and airy coin gyrations, like the invisible hands which moved trees and human destinies

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So what is the Joker- a deconstructionist?  Or is he first and foremost a poet?  He can only speak and listen in the language of poetry. 

   The Joker wanted his soul to fly like a bird; for his thoughts to fly like larks: all his thoughts bent toward Baudelaire.  It was too late now, he knew like a grounded albatross, for such innocence of aspiration.  These were the creations of children, such thoughts.  And as much as his face may sometimes look like a child, he- he- the new flowers Baudelaire dreamt of, could the Joker CREATE flowers?

     And the Dark Enemy who gnaws the heart- was Batman this Dark Enemy?  Was Batman the time wearing upon emotion?  Was emotion a phenomenon that needed the space of sufficient time?  Emotion and Time- how often were the thoughts thought together?  Was Time the Great Adversary of emotion?  Was one conscious of time and therefore not conscious of emotion?  Was Time a bloodless thing?

     Phrases of Baudelaire summoned themselves independently and loosely to the Joker’s mind; “a dream of stone”.  Were the Joker’s dreams stones?  Impenetrable by conscience or a traveling eye.  A dream as a stone, beside which one’s own physical frame was amorphous, like jelly or coffee cream.  Could one’s mind carry a stone?  Or was the dream, the stone, his true self, and therefore impenetrable and unsalvageable, a stony riddle with no intelligible answer.

     The Joker had recommended Baudelaire’s “Flowers of Evil” to Wonder Woman.  When Diana arrived at the poem “The Mask”, it set her frame all a-trembling.  This Mask- it was HER. It was HER Baudelaire was describing.

     “But why does she cry?” she read.  She never cried.  But the phrase was like a prophecy of crying.  Or a crying which was a haunting phantom which followed her, never seen.  Like her crying was a shade of the underworld.  A shadow of crying which was petrified of substance.  She was image; shadow was her bedfellow, like a stone in a dream- a symbol the Joker had also mentioned to her.  Her crying was a stone… stony tears.. a crying face forever non-visible to herself, like a Sphinx with an unpenetrable riddle.

     “… that tomorrow, alas, she will have to live again..”; the woman of tomorrow, looking toward tomorrow’s media-apocalypse, looking toward the multiplicity of selves which she will call- tomorrow.   Tomorrow as a mirror- of what?  Of some sweet nebula she will make of herself?   Of a being sinuously phasing through the air like perfume.  Perfume.  Poison Ivy.  Her flowers of evil were flowers of perfume.  A fantasgomoria of poison of the air.  The air, the colour of air.

     The Joker had also recommended “Flowers of Evil” to Batman.  And Batman’s vision was enchanted by the poem, “Hymn to Beauty”, for he saw Wonder Woman was this beauty described by Baudelaire.

     Batman, or Bruce, he wasn’t sure, was reading Thomas Mann’s “Doctor Faustus”.  A phrase in it evoked something in Bruce: “Adrian, with his keen sense of the ridiculous…”.  It stirred the bats in Batmans belfry.  Was he, Bruce, or Batman, cursed with the keen sense of the ridiculous.  Or did he have to submit such an ascription to his nemesis, the Joker.  But, Bruce felt, one had to have a palpable gravity to have a keen sense of the ridiculous.  It needed to be a hard sense, like something grinding against a stone, against a flinty heart.

     It was the perpetual labyrinth of a question:  Did the Joker have a gravity underlying his personal appearance and representation of the ridiculous?  The “Clown Prince”- so he was.  Was he some kind of satire of- himself?  Was there a true self in him which he rendered into a theatre of the absurd.  Was he his own worst critic?  Which was saying something.  Was there some arcane furniture of normality within him which he found utterly… hateful?  Hateful.  That word.  Bruce had meant to choose a far less severe word.

     Some normalcy in the Joker.  A normal man who may have had flights of ambitious fancy.  A normal, downgoing man.  A normal man with an intricate personality.  And it was this apocalyptic collapse of pure normalcy that in some Artaudian fashion plagued the Joker.  The double.  His double.  The normal, unscarred side of the coin.  Had the Joker ever tried the coin-spinning trick with Two-Face’s coin?  What unmined caverns would result in such a coin named for a moment to the name of the Joker, even for merely a moment.

      The anonymous man with no name loved to discuss poetry with his wife.  That would be his innovation as a stand-up comic.  To intersperse his comic routines with a wealth of poetry.  The stand-up comic as poet.  His thoughts were larks.  Jeannie was a woman who had needed a poet as a mate.  She felt like she had married Yeats.  He was a star to her.

     “Ah”, said he, “One must have chaos in oneself to give birth to a a dancing star.”

     “Hahahahaha”, she laughed.  It was something about the way he said it.  With ironical conviction, with a swerve of vocal timbre which elevated a simple feat of discourse into the merry stuff of the Stage.

     “Chaos, yes”, he said, “I need more chaos in me, my instincts need to coordinate themselves into some fierce, fuzzy logic ambiguity.  But, you, my dear, you know the chaos of pregnancy.  Our baby.  Our baby is going to be a star that will guide others to the manger.  Or, rather, let us simply assume our baby is the Christ-child in the manger, come again to finish his work.  Chaos- there was much chaos in Christ.  He linked himself with the rabble, with the mob.  He rendered himself anonymous.”

       His thoughts, Jeannie felt: how they collided with each other like atoms to form a lattice of vocal beauty.  Jeannie loved him.

So what is the Joker- a deconstructionist?  Or is he first and foremost a poet?  He can only speak and listen in the language of poetry.     

Gell Osey's journal

I hate my wings. If I feel them or not. I want to slide into the ground, underneath the soil, forget there ever were airs to fly to, forget anything which prevents me from sinking into the soil, .. just forget .. so that mud can be my memory...Lex wants to pull me into the stars.. I just want- the rest of silence- to rephrase Hamlet- “the rest is silence” ... I crave... the infinity of silence – the true calling of a dead soul. I don't want to be Wonder Woman. That is my fundamental conundrum. Lex says I am her. I don't want to be me. But I don't want to be her either. When I try to hypothesize to myself that I'd want to be her I begin to see visions of ruins, of a wasteland of once great cities- no, not great cities, normal cities, cities which answered a craving for the normal.... all desolate now.. like a mirror of my soul, but it's what I see when I see Wonder woman.. when I see MYSELF as some invisible pattern.. which is her...

Ruins... that is the spelling, the ruins-runes of Wonder Woman... Ruins: that is what I should want to be. Was an apocalypse here?

She felt- like she'd lost her God. And she wondered, with grave whimsy, whether these ruins were the result of her trying to find her God.

“Hey, listen”, said Lex, “I'm going to talk to you about Superman. And how I idolized him. And how I couldn't get rid of that idolization. How I still idolize him, even though I hate, with a hate from the nether-regions of Tartarus, what he stands for.”

Tartarus, his mention of Tartarus rung some bells, there was still a Tartarus; was that why she was so miserable.

“Superman is a symbol which will outlive Time. Those who have lost their God still have Superman. He is a mortal incarnation of the faith. He walks. We know he walks as well as flies. Superman is a Christ-figure whom it is not necessary to remember as crucified. A Christ who doesn't suffer- who doesn't NEED to suffer, at least according to our understanding of him, to its limits.

“So who am I? His Judas? Or his Pontius Pilate? Why does there need to be a Lex Luthor? Or does there? Sorry, I'm rambling.”

“I feel like Wonder Woman's Lex Luthor”, said Gell Osey, “or her Judas. I feel like I'm a shadow of hers that is not meant to be cast. I feel like I should be invisible.”

“I've felt that”, said Lex, “I don't know if it makes you feel any better. But I've felt like- something... OUT THERE” he pointed his finger out to some aimless coordinate “... is craving my invisibility. Some force beyond God wants me invisible. And I feel like that turns into my desire, but the self-interest in that desire for invisibility, if you can comprehend that, causes that desire's destruction, because, I think, the self-interest is from OUT THERE. It is an interest affixed to myself, an interest I seek with an underground scientific passion, but only like seeking a necessary compulsion

Cobra Commander was down on his luck.  He hoped this would not become the refrain of the melody of his sordid existence.  He doubted that he had the luxury of feeling depressed.  Rebellion needed to maintain gardens of joy, even as Nietzsche had noted, gardens of happiness growing beside volcanic soil- threatening to justify the suffering.  Cobra Commander wasn’t in the mood for suffering, even if it accompanied volcanoes of Wagnerian operatic scales.  Rebellion needed first and foremost- imagination.  Only imagination could serve as sufficiently rich soil for motives for rebellion.  Cobra Commander often felt the motive lacking; there was too much of a weight of normalcy, of the golden mean of society.  Too much heaviness, just too much.  The simple, conventional question: if your revolution succeeds, what will you replace it with?  What utopia did he have in mind: such spoke Cobra Commander’s impoverished imagination.  Whatever they would replace the old order with, it would not be a utopia- this was his answer.  It was flux he wished to bring to society, adventure: perhaps that was his utopia.  Adventure. 

     He was woefully underinformed of technology.  He had the rather apparently odd ambition to read the most advanced books of technology first, one’s he couldn’t hope to understand.  But merely to have his mind excited by the wealth of terminology and the patterns of numbers on the page.  He would only read books which enticed him, that would assure rereadings which would enable his memory to function in good stead while his understanding would remain opaque. He would move backwards, like a crab, “for you, sir, would be as old as I am”.  He would figure out the mathematical basics last.  Perhaps it was like opening a book in the middle and starting to read and becoming instantly interested, thus giving a motive, an investigative passion, for reading the beginnings of the book to see what the origins of the compellingly active characters were.  The beginnings.  Perhaps it was simply a matter of knowing that the beginnings, the past, was something to recall like a memory.  That the first pages and chapters of a book were the stuff of memories, and to attain the apprehension of the present action, you started somewhere in the middle of the book, which would seduce the reader to the clouds of memory which served as the beginning of the book.

     So, it would be so that he would approach science and math.

      Loki felt himself perpetually out of joint with the time.  The future seemed to threaten to put him in check.  The instants- they seemed to collapse against each other like dominos.  It was a kind of orchestrated effect of always attaining the limit of the moment, the limit of the moment like the limit in calculus, always a moment’s limit reaching infinitesimal mechanations which gave an industrial quality to his passage in time.  An industrial collapse of time, occurring by the principle of the necessity of dominos falling.  That sense of the necessity of time’s passage through him, a clumsy, clunky necessity.  One that made all the brash sounds of industrial fabrication.  And always an industrial sense of putting him close to being in check in a game of chess, like another mathematical limit.  Was there, that sense of being close to being in check, that sense of self-enclosure for someone working as a worker in a factory? 

     Loki had never thought of himself as a worker, but his time passed by him like that of a worker’s.  His soul could never take flight.  Was there something innate in his metabolism of the craftsman, of the orchestrator and manager. 

     The workers, employment, unemployment figures.   These always were the banner-themes of election campaigns.  Yet he couldn’t relate to the worker, to the desire to personally reduce the unemployment rate.  Working scared him.  He dreaded a lack of aptitude within himself for it. 

  

(authors note.  So who is Loki.  Is he a spy.  A wanderer.  A hobo.  Where does he live?  In a cave in a mountain?  What is his mystic paraphernalia. 

Next day:  So, I forgot something important.  Loki, in fact, is Nietszche.  Nietszche is Loki’s earthly incarnation.  The language of Nietszche is the language of Loki.

LexCorp CEO Joseph Goebells takes over CNN.

Alexis Luthor is the Richard Nixon.

Lex is convinced against his will that he has given his daughter Lena over to Feminazi 13.

He starts or finishes a nucleur war to find her and rescue her from the future, by inventing time-travel nucleur bombs which are nucleur time portals which are nucleur tesseracts.

He is Tex Lex. Cowboy Lex. Zane Grey Lex.

Batman starts the first nucleur war, which cascades into other nucleur wars, like dominoes. He does it to save Talia, who shoots him and escapes. She had the death sentance. He was in a prison on apocalips and she was in a maximum-security prison on earth, but he still telepathically sent Brother eye through- whatsitcalled- light speed- ah- warp speed, through outer space, to pretend a world war had started by managing the media, wag-the-dog style. This fake media-war starts a real world war, Batman style. He is the son of the demon.

Lex takes over.

The Quest for Peace.

But first- Krypton.

Superman, Clark Kent because he's lost his powers, willingly, Superman style, is wandering the refugee-ridden wasteland of earth, War of the World's protagonist style. At the end of Superman III, Feminazi 13 uses Feminazi 13 technology to build a futuristic tech infrastructure in America, so Lex can begin the quest for peace, nucleur warhead style. Superman 3 still takes place in the wasteland which the Phantom Zone criminals have made of America.

Lex is a shyster in Krypton. Lois is a shyster in Krypton. They both invest heavily in Australia, Phantom Zone criminal style. They play a double-game, Society Lex style.

Zod I is Saddam Hussein and Ahmadinejad.

Zod II is Heydrich and Le Duc Tho, after he reforms.

Ursa is Tzipi Livni and Victoria Hill.

Ursa II is the face of the apocalypse, the Wonder Woman of Krypton. Terry Goddard can draw her.

It was a Loki illusion.

Loki is Canaris, before he reforms.

Marvel universe Loki is Canaris, the historical leader of the Nazi Abwher, who was Otis-honest-bumbling-cop style individual, trying to make the Abwher as incompetent and as bumbling a Nazi espionage agency as he could make it, to undermine the Nazi-machine from within. Ralph Fiennes can play the Canaris image of Loki, which is the big reveal at a quietly climactic moment at the end of World War II, in one of the Thor movies, when Ralph Fiennes Canaris phases into the image of Tom Hiddleston Loki, and says the words “Never again”, and then sees the projection of an image of a Nordic Aryan-looking Thor in the sky.

The imprisonment of Loki at the end of the Norse cycle is the imprisonment of Canaris within the Nazi machinery, the imprisonment of actors and actresses and producers in Hollywood.

Christina Ricci is playing Canaris's daughter.

Thor is the Nordic Aryan Nazi archetype ideal. So Loki refuses to be religiously converted time and time again by Thor. Loki is irredeemable.

So is Black Widow.

She is the mole. She almost causes the death and destruction of the Avengers.

But we'll leave that for later.

They are in the secret Russian base. Captain America sees a hologram of himself as a Red-Tron-outlined Captain America, a US Agent.

They barely escape with their lives.

Samuel L. Jackson is depressed, extremely depressed.

He need nakednude Angelina Jolie Maria Hill to cheer him up.

So he reveals to him her profiling system, satellite-telepathy style. But she's on the lower-middling levels of protocal-need-to-know comprehension. But she knows more than she needs to know.

He is distressed by this. He always thought he was the boss. But not so.

Tony Stark is also depressed. But he's Tony Stark.

Many alcoholism will help him.

Meanwhile, President Lex is Harry Truman.

Back to Marvel, Spider man is looking for his real parents. In Russia of all places. He found the real killer of his parents, so now he's looking for his real parents.

No, wait, it was uncle Ben, sorry. The killer, I mean. Sorry.

But maybe the Red Skull ordered both hits. So Peter Parker could become Spider-man, and give up his Hollywood celebrity career.

With great power comes great responsibility, courtesy of the Red Skull.

His mentor, his Obi Wan, his Virgil, his Virag.

Virag helps Peter Parker in his trying relations with women. It's not easy being Spider-man.

Who is Virag's Beatrice. Good question.

Virag/Red Skull is involved in the assassination and invention of American heroes.

He has assassinated and character-assassinated many American heroes, so, to partially redeem himself, he constructed an American hero in Spider-man and built his character.

Scott Paulin is and has always been the most sinister Red Skull/Virag of all time. Love than name.

The Red Skull/Virag may be Peter Parker's real hungarian father. No wonder he committed suicide and became the Red Skull.

Peter Parker has relations he's unaware of.

Olga Checkova is the Avenger's Black Widow. Svetlana is the lone Black Widow in Russia.

They are both clones of each other.

Spider-man man also, unwittingly, going by unconscious mechanisms, goes to rescue the ultra-needy Mary Jane clone of Spider-man 2. The Mary Jane of Spider-man 3 may have been another Mary Jane, maybe the real one.

She may have come back for a while because Peter Parker was beginning to get suspicious. I don't blame him. At all. But clones always come back.

But the Mary Jane clone is a sympathetic Hollywood actress. She is the heroine/love-interest of Spider man in Spider man 4, after all. She had a successful career as an actress whereas the real Mary Jane decidedly did not. She wasn't genuine enough for Hollywood.

Mary Jane clone, after Peter Parker walks out on her, leaves an anonymous message on a piece of cigarette paper for Peter in his apartment, with the words, “Help me”. Peter looks out the window at her as she leaves down the street. Cue, “Hey there, Delilah” music.

So, Peter goes back to Russia. His homeland. Better red than dead. Go, get 'em Tamil Tiger. A direct Mary Jane clone quote.

Russia is a political chessboard, and the black widow, in witwee lower-case, and Kraven are chess pieces on it.

Kraven wears a black tuxedo with a neat black bow tie and sits at Russian cafes, wating for winsome Russian female spies in distress. He is a political huntsmen, who compassionately follows his female spies in distress. A compassionate hunter.

Peter Parker doesn't like the Illuminati but he's in.

After President Lex is ousted from his presidency, a guilt-ridden Alexei Society Luthor takes over as Superman's official Lex. Lexicon. He is the Lex Luthor of Superman 5: Bizarro feminism. He invents Bizarro, the show and the person.

I forget why Alexei :Luthor is guilt-ridden but it matters. It has to do with Alexis.

Hollywood is Bizarro feminism. So Alexei has to invent Bizarro Superman to deconstruct it. It takes one to know one.

Superman 5: Bizarro feminism comes before Superman 6: Our war against women. About time. But that's how it is with sequels. It's sub-titled |'Independance day'.

Thanos is both Leonid Blum and Morpheus. Nebula is his Rachel. Thanos was also Dreyfus, and back then, Nebula was also his Rachel. The Marvel universe Rachel.

Nude Nebula is clothed by the mystical rings of Saturn as she flies naked in outer space.

Is Bizarro Feminism the collapse of the Third Republic, documented by William L. Shirer?

Loki is Sam Spade.  Tom Hiddleton should be the first name in the credits in the Avengers: Age of Ultron.

The Beyonder showed up as the tesseract in The Avengers. Loki tried to steal him away from SHIELD, because they were too sinister and not to be trusted. The Scarlet Witch also wants to work with the Beyonder to undo the Holocaust and instate the house of M.

The tesseract is the eye of the Freemasons, the Beyonder's eye into our reality, the cosmic cube.

Secret Wars II commences.

Meanwhile, the age of Ultron begins. Ultron Mark I is a cold war experiment. He is a nucleur warhead incarnate. A symbol and reality of nucleur deterrance. It will be up to Tony Stark to top this. But the Hulk was already a nucleur bomb incarnate, so Tony Stark's efforts would or will be redundant.  Important.  I forgot this.  I had trouble remembering it until I saw the name Ultron.  Robert deNiro is playing Ultron.

After the Avengers are almost killed after the Russian base excursion, Thor and Nick Fury know it's time to bring in the big guns. So they enlist Loki as a member of the Avengers. Black Widow is pleased. Her plan worked.

Loki is Black Widow's mentor, her Virgil, her Virag. He, Sherlock Holmes style, immediately figures out she was the mole and her reasons for it. But he keeps it in Freemason style secrecy, and he doesn't hold it against her. He watches out for her as the guardian which ends the night throughout the Avengers sequels. As she goes on her many wandering Jew journeys through Mordor.

The first Avengers movie was a Loki illusion.

Loki was setting up for Wonder man to be truly on of the big guns of the Avengers so he made him the Hulk, its most powerful member.

He made the Leader into the Hulk as well, for mysterious intricate Tyler-Durden-esque reasons.

Loki is Edward Norton's other hallucination. Loki works with Zoom/Tyler-Durden. Remake 'Fight Club' to give Tom Hiddleton first billing.

Before the Captain America/US-agent hologram machine-guns them all, the creature of id, Captain America sees grainy black-and-white war footage of Mikey Jerome Steve-Trevor/Steve-Rogers. Steve Trevor and Steve Rogers may be the same person. Not even a DC/Marvel counterpart, but just the same person.

The creature of id is a Soviet experiment. Those guys try everything. They sent a dog to mars. A Wasp quote.

The first scenes of 'The Avengers: the mighty Quinn' are of Hank Pym and his love-wife, Svetlana. She is abducted by Soviet agents, and Hank Pym, when he regains consciousness is told no one escapes from the iron curtain. He goes on a rampage and ends up in prison, where a priest gets him out.

He ends up boyfriend and girlwfriend with the innocent math-groupie Janet van Dyne, who he gives math-superpowers to. She is in the first Avengers movie, which is twice as long. She does the merchandizing for the Avengers, Kate Moss movie style, both versions, high-concept and low-budget.

Leonid Blum transforms into Thanos, Incredible Hulk style, He has strength equal to the Hulk, but he doesn't have the Hulk's power to make himself infinitely strong by giving himself anxiety attacks.


James Callis is the definitive Bruce Banner.  Bruce Banner is none other than Baltar.  He travelled through many dimensions into the future and went to Cylon-planet.  He took on the name Baltar and became one of it's pre-eminent scientists.  Planet Hulk.  But the spectre of the Hulk looms over him perpetually.  He is perpetually affrighted because he is extremely anxious about having a relapse.  The stress-causing environment around him is no help.  Mind blank.  Okay. So, if it's a mental blank then the subsequent information is important.  Ah.  Loki is looking for him.  Loki makes a deal with the Cylons, who invade earth in the first Avengers movie but allow themselves to be easily defeated by the Avengers on purpose.  It is a feint invasion.  Loki is trying to insinuate himself into the Cylon's good graces in his desperate search for Bruce Banner, to rescue him before he is executed.  Bruce Banner has bad dreams, nucleur fission dreams, Hulk dreams.  One of his dreams is a nucleur blast which knocks over Loki on earth.  It doesn't kill him.  Not even close.  Nothing can kill or even injure a god, especially Loki.  But it's something out of Bruce's worst nightmares, because his dream nucleur blast of the Hulk actually tries to kill Loki.  The Hulk never kills but he tried to kill Loki, Bruce's benefactor.  It is why the Hulk always wants, or feels he HAS, to be alone.  The Hulk feels he should never be part of a team.  He should just be alone, where he won't hurt or kill anyone as seems inevitable when he's around other people.

Batman is the first one to find out about apocalips on the Bat-computer in the Batcave. Against a pitch, gleaming cave-computer background, the quartz-coloured computer-ink block letters on the black screen, 'apocalips'.

.. apocalips..

In the first Justice League movie, Talia shoots her way through the Pentagon, halks into the Bat-computer in the Batcave, connects through it to OA and through OA to apocalips to guide the apocapytian armies to earth with intricate computer astronomical/astrological coordinates.

In the second Justice League movie, Talia uses Batman protocals against the Justice League members to almost destroy the League. Batman is fired from the League by Maxwell Lord, who immediately regrets his decision and feels he did to give Batman the lone gun freedom to operate underground, unhinged by Justice League protocal. It happens in an Apprentice-style boardroom setting, replete with opening Viking music and Andrew Davis style pans of the nightime city skyscrapers leading to the minute figures of the Justice League walking into the much larger, much more fortified Pentagon. But Batman might actually quit before he's fired.

The fiercely quantum-verbally competitive boardroom scene, which takes about forty minutes, involves Scorcese-like camera-angle and editing pyrotechnics with the architecture engineering topological precision of a Beethoven symphony or a James Joyce novel.

Cobra Commander rescues all the Joes and Cobras from prison beneath the Tres labyrinth of CIA Langley. He wants to stage-manage a war- Cesare Borgia style. He needs to put the black and white Joe and Cobra pieces on place. He is the Prospero, the stage-director. He knows his Shakespeare. He knows there needs to be a play-within-a-play. Political style.

Kraven the Hunter is the child betrayed by his mother in the book about the Soviet Union, “Let history judge”. In the fictional Spider-man universe, he doesn't die. He is taken through a phantasgomiria of underground cloning labs in Soviet Russia. He is meant to become immortal. This scene takes place before the credit sequence in one of the Tobey Maguire Spider-man movies, the one where Spider-man goes to Russia, where Kraven the Hunter in one scene, in black tux, exchanges tickets with Black Widow while they are sitting at a table and anonymously saves her from secret police.

Daniel Day-Lewis is Kraven the Hunter

Maxwell Lord's journal

welfare fraud is big in Hawaii

good for them

i need more employees at Checkmate

Hawaii i.o.

i've heard evil max is awesome but i'm not sure

i'm not evil, just pragmatic

she won't come back, no more, no more

there are two leaders of the illuminatti, there

are two of us - also two Sith Lords, no more, no less FBI – CIA ps. Footnote if you only count America

that makes four members for Arcana

Dublin will humn.

Havok will reign

you don't have a genocide every day

to assure your position at the top.

..must be pragmatic and play your cards straight, who is Arcana if not mossad no. 2

evil male joker is a prospective employee

but he'll have to start from the ground floor

if he ever gets here

he doesn't scare easily. ..he's just a joker

i don't believe in metaphysical values

ps. footnote- LAN is good for co-link, character in Sonic

Patrick Stewart narration?

Maxwell Lord was exhausted and temporarily alone. “Temporarily” was the rub of the matter. He was somehow unused to the practice of half-truths when he was at the receiving end of them, and was not so happy as to a sincere conviction which pummelled at the pure drive of these half-truths, thereby lacking the wink in his eye and and double-lilt in his voice when he spoke a half-truth and gave advance warning. The request for sincerity was truly a painful heartwrenching – if he had a heart- more-truths rather than half-truths. His place of inhabitance gave more-truths rather than a declaiming lilt to a voice to say - “make of it what you will”

____

The depths of outer space, at the end of David Bowman's journey

Darkseid: .... I'm am going to murder and massacre all the French in the universe..

Arthurian knights: ... you have besmirched the finest flower of chivalry..

“evil made me” Max Lord

evil is a complex theme

with complex motives

evel knieval, anyone?

Why did he do what he did?

.. risk his life over and over again

to what purpose/

.. fame, fortune

noteriety?

.. noteriety is a profound motive for evel

to be known

for anything it's worth

the most suicidal risks

the most self-destructive reputation

but you risk being made

into a copycat cartoon character

more than once

thems the breaks, evel.

Why so evil, evel?

Why the need to stress others?

.. causing anxiety

panic-attacks

mass chaos among the crowds

I ask you, has society improved since then

the evel knieval conundrum is

of a man who wasn't there

never on the spot

because he was off time

premature

- racing to his death by ensuring he was

unpunctually early

destroying the set

including the audience auditorium

like in Robot Jox

har-de-har

they actually love when stuff like that

happen

it includes audience participation

the pre-Darren Tofts

and John Cages

He should do a musical about me

about corporate politics

in the age of deconstruction

exciting projection

lights an

ACTION!

Booster Gold's journal

I've heard max's back, i hope he can give me a job interviews.

.. i blew my wad real early.

.. i pretended to create a multi-verse but I've been well-taught in creating optical illusions to repair public image

Sweeet home, Alabama

.. i'm comin' home for superfriends

hey, the gang's all here. .. or is it just an

optical illusion. .. heh.

Charlten won't let him go so we could photoshop him in.

.. like Tom Baker in “The five doctors”

the most popular doctor

he always reminded me of me.

.. he had the long tenure.

I've got all their phone numbers in

any case. ..it'll be like a school reunion.

.. we could make a whole third mini-series of it. Think big, baby, think big.

I'm gonna miss Blue and Gold.

I went through all the stages of mourning and

lost my business in the process.

.. i hope it wasn't a factor

in the economic crisis

God, I hope not.

Booster Gold will live again.

Kick off your sunday shoes, Max. The superfriends are back.

Fire's journal

I'm naked in a cupboard again. How'd I get here.

The streets are all empty,

If I had a million dollars, boy, i'd be rich

rich, rich, beyond my wildest dreams

of being naked in Harlem at night,

Look at the pretty stars,

Why do my powers go out so fast though. Way

premature

Maybe the stars do it. They blink easily

i really like that song

I like it when they talk.

If I had a million dollars

I'd

I'd

Wow, this place looks like it could us some

construction

i should come here more often

public works

hm

i want to give back to my community

hm

the water is dirty here

heeh – heeh – that

splashes

do it again, Jack

I think I will take myself up on my offer.

.. i will congratulate myself later

after the job is done

ground-zero is a cool place to end up

dirty water

i will end up naked here later

when the water is cleaner

Ice's journal

I hear Giselle Bundchen is playing me, So I better get naked for the part. The costume hurts.

.. what are those lyrics,

I never thought that losin' you could hurt so bad

Rosaaaana Rosaaana Rosaaana

meet you all the way

-

-

-

.. wow, disco

-

Like the synthesizer.

.. melt the ice with the music, baby,

meet you all the way hmh hmh mmh

RosaaAAana RosAAaana

Wow

i almost climaxed

i'm gonna try to write a song now

i lost her in a desert

mmmm

She was no good for me

- not bad -

but i loved her

i - love – d -

@&%* $1

AaArghh

try again

hear's a page

i got my back, baby, and you got yours

i'd love to forget you

but

-

-

but

-

-

I – will – never

the line about melting ice with music was nice

not bad at all

never -

- realize

that

YOUR

cheatin' - cheatin' BITCHEN' love

heart would be plagiarism

for me, baby

was lost in

the desert

of your

-

-

longing

FoR

FIRE

in

YOUR

SOUL

green is SO

your colour, girl

“The return of the superfriends”

- to the tune of “Love shack” - “Loooove shaack is a little old place where we can get together”

- the newest membered, modelled by a very naked embeth davidst, is mary marvel

mary: (reading) .. “he went into the bedouin desert, the darkling twilight sunset of gradient colour of dusks forlorn in the yellowing of ancient years, Judas walked to his destiny. To meet the Chosen One..”

i'd like him to Judas all over me – he sounds deep – maybe i'll get my real powers back if some of Jesus's holy spirit carries over into Judas and anyone he touches.

Mary closes the book and kisses it.

Maxwell Lord journal

Blue Beetle was a chisler. I'm glad he's gone. Happy as a bird.

... evil female joker is the definitive joker. .. is she the evil megan gale?

... evil male joker seems to have an issue with conscience. .. he's pointless.

I am a humourless man but not untouchable

corruption runs the hilt of Checkmate

Greg Rucka is the historical Josef Mengele who

blew my cover

corruption runs/rises to the top of Checkmate

to near to me. .. it strikes me.

I didn't get the third issue of Checkmate

because I wasn't in it.

..neither was Jonah

I could have been in it as a flashback

.. nemesis is too close to me and gets annoying.

I have the power to optically illusion myself. I

am a telepath.

I am a cowboy.

- cue “I'm a cowboy” song, Maxwell Lord theme

would Juaquin Phoenix be a good Jonah, of Damage control inc.

Maxwell Lord journal

one death does not a genocide make

this is not an argument

it is a quarrel over a straw

i am safe here

telepathy and the ethernet cannot co-exist

because the ethernet always wins, co-link presence

the ethernet crashed long ago. .. so did ground zero at 9/11

I spent some time in an institution but

I'm fine now

Hawaii is good this time of year

unless I forget to pay off magnum P. I.this week

I never forget

okay

back to square one

this happens in chess

when you play it again, Sam

Sam always got the better of Diana because

he was smarter.

.. he owned a bar. She didn't.

She just worked there just like Sasha

works here. But she has a lot to answer for,

at least there's two of us to start again.

Come, Kitty Koslowski, you were

always the conscience of the

two of us

So I say

like, so

Tony Stark to Maxwell Lord: I think we're the same guy, just- without the beard.

With fake versions of Batman torturing teenagers and fake versions of Wonder Woman mugging teenagers in alleys, Maxwell Lord establishes the Omac project to empower the common man, woman and child against superheros run amock, Maxwell Lord's own version of Batman's protocals against superheros.

Maxwell Lord: “We're going to have to fight against these superheros with everything we've got. We're going to need armaments, lots of armaments. We might have to make encroachments into the Defence budget.”

Maxwell Lord's half-phased out image and voice: “You okay, Beetle.”

Blue Beetle: “I'm okay, Max. I'm where I belong, wandering the subterrainian depths of Hell.”

Maxwell Lord: “Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you that hard.”

Blue Beetle: “That's okay. That's what Sergeant Snorkel said to my counterpart in the funnies.”

Maxwell Lord: “I'm really sorry.”

Blue Beetle: “That's cool. Beetles always come to life. They're a symbol of rebirth.

Maxwell Lord: ​”You can count on it. I'm working around the clock to make sure that happens. That we can free all the prisoners of Hell.”

Blue Beetle: Cool. For now, I'm your point-man. It's all good. Now, let's find Gunbunny.”

Maxwell Lord turns around and shoots Veronica Cale and Talia, wounding both. The song, “Bad to the Bone” stars playing.

Talia: “What the fuck!”

Maxwell Lord: “There can be only one king in town. Just call me Lord Havok.”

Veronica Cale: “Lord Havok- what the fuck!”

Maxwell Lord starts reprogramming the Omacs to unravel from their hosts, ensuring that they land to the ground first.

Maxwell Lord: “Just remember, if you'd left me in charge of the whole OMAC operation, this never would have happened. I don't play well with others. It's either my way or the highway. There's only one leader, and that's me.”

Omac armour begins swirling and surrounding both Talia and Veronic Cale.

Talia: “I'm very disappointed, Max. So is apocalips.”

Veronica Cale: “Lady Darkseid won't be pleased.”

Maxwell Lord: “The displeasure's mutual. Lord Havok isn't finished fulfilling his assassinations roster.”

Veronica Cale, in Omac armour, shoots at Maxwell Lord, but hits a force field.

Veronica Cale: “Damn. Foiled again.”

Talia: “Cherish this little victory, Max. Apocalips doesn't need to rely on Feminazi Omacs. I'm not going to shoot at you. Max. I understand your reasons, more than anyone can. I still love you.”

Maxwell Lord: “The feeling's mutual, babe. I'll send Batman my regards.”

Talia: “I appreciate that.”

Veronica Cale: “Fuck this feel-good ending.”

Talia and Veronica Cale both fly out of the room.

_________

Maxwell Lord: “I'm sorry I tried to have you assassinated, Lois.”

Lois Lane: “Don't worry about it, Max. It's all part of the job. I loved it! I crave the danger. It gets my estrogen pumping. I mean, I felt like Lee Harvey Oswald- I mean, JFK- I mean- both. We're cool. I'm just thinking about it. Funny stuff.”

Superman: “Wait, you tried to have Lois assassinated?”

Wonder Woman: “She was- she was investigating a project I was working on, a project I was passionate about, too passionate, and- it's a long story. Basically, he was protecting me.. from- myself, I guess you call it.. and Lois.”

Lois Lane: “I'm sorry, Wonder Woman. If I'd known it was one of your schemes, I would never have investigated.”

Superman: “What?”

Lois Lane: “Don't worry, Max. I know what love can do. More than anyone.”

Superman: “What? (pause) Okay, well, we're finally wisecracking again, just like the old Justice League. There wasn't much to wisecrack about during the Feminazi Omac crisis, even though the archetypical quipster, Maxwell Lord, was behind it all. So much for the JLI ushering in the age of humour. Oh, well, Max tried. He definitely fucking tried.”

Maxwell Lord: “Next time I'll try harder.”

Superman: “Now that sounds like the Justice League. Welcome home, Max.”

Wonder Woman screenplay or Justice League screenplay

Max Lord: They're deporting all the celebrities, including Wonder Woman, Bruce. The invasion virus has rendered her and all the other superheroes and supervillains powerless. It's a mass deportation a scale of which I can't understand. The 4^th stage of the invasion.

Bruce Wayne: I can't read. They've given me a reading impairment or a cognition impairment or a mental reading impairment. My mind has gone with my ability to read. I want to be of help but I've lost all my intellectual and practical skills. My mind works like that- my ability to read is the foundation of my mind's ability to functioin and to maintain skills.

Max Lord: I don't want them to get you, Bruce. Sorry. Shouldn't act the part of the hypothetical harbinger of doom. I don't think you're on they're radar. The Woman Woman movie production, her big splash on the public. It's all shut down. All the set technicions, concept designers, score composers, even producers, have been institutionalized. It's the same for all the other big Hollywood movie productions- all shut down. They're shutting down Hollywood. Before Lex has a chance to nuke it. Wonder Woman, she was an ingenu. She hasn't even had a chance to become a Hollywood celebrity, and they've disbarred her from Hollywood. Just because she posed naked for Playboy. Bruce- they- they have her image, women, evil women, maybe tragic women, are impersonating her using hologram optical technology- She's a victim, I didn't know any better. I thought it was her. They have her image now for their own media uses. They've institutionalized Wonder Woman so sh can't obtrude on their use of her image.

Bruce Wayne: Whose working on getting them out?

Max Lord: Obama's people. They've institutionalized him too.

Bruce Wayne: Obama? They've institutionalized him?

Max Lord: Yeah. You know the study, one out of every hundred Americans is in prison- the study may have been a forecast, a prophecy. A prophecy of the invasion.

Bruce Wayne: Who's invading us, Max?

Max Lord: It's like a whirligig of invasions, like something out of Orwell. Like a given country is an exactly positioned coordinate of a worldwide conducted invasion. I've got to get a book on mathematical topology to figure out how this invasion is coordinated, how it's orchestrated, from what stations, in what countries. I'm not equipped for this. I'm wondering if there are some unincarcerated, undiseased villains who can help me out. Villains who aren't physically sick and subject to instituionalization. Maybe I should do an ad-promo for villains to attract their services, “Supervillains are the wave of the future- Max's ad agency can help you get your face out there, all supervillains of the world unite!”. Heh.

Bruce Wayne: The intellectual resources do tend to reside with the villains.

.... “apocalips” movie screenplay

Post-crisis cutesy-Wonder Woman is a kind of jellybean of a person. A kind of overcountered delicacy of frailty of holy spirit. Post-crisis Wonder woman was the holy spirit as a jellybean. As an easily snuffed out self-willed uncomprehension, a kind of agressive self-will not to comprehend.

.. to comprehend is to prepossess, to make land-claims on another's reality- She made only agressive claims on her own reality. She was like an easily snuffed out letter of the alphabet which etched its own inkwritings in overperfectioning zeal.

.. maybe post-crisis wonder woman can learn german. Liebensraum, Livings room.

___________

Darkseid was a worthy foe. Groatin' wallet tow an' tow. He banged the britches of sequined dresses. Drank in slums of trains of dresses. He could drink any under in foes of gresses, he never knew a foe like himself.

- next scene -

deSaad was a worthy so-and-so, he had much trull and fife in trow.... dead they go, so-and-so. “gravekeepers trust, so-and-so for the mourning!” - he wailed the call of bells for destiny's chimin'... he dreaded the death of himself... for none would replace him so-and-so in his line of work. “ 'bitchin' replacin', I got no nace- 'in. I got me nase in a jar in a bell of dawning somewhere in cambodia where I go to the killing fields.”

- next scene -

... mean myrna was a – sigh- naked wench of learnin', to be moreso for the cause of women. So-and-so she was to be fried in a hell-batter for oil's butter if she wasn't a partin' the cause

... droll she was in conscience temper 'losin' nothin' but her clothes in winter to go dancin' naked – sigh - like a wench in winter

' i'm in heat, she insinuated with coy tones of wimpin' drollery, livin' like a naked maid of scollery, scullery-groatin' her wallet for knavery, cloacken' her wares for nothin' but jewelry .. gold-diggin' wench she was

Darkseid is the mythological Prometheus.

The depths of outer space, at the end of David Bowman's journey

Darkseid: .... I'm am going to murder and massacre all the French in the universe..

Arthurian knights: ... you have besmirched the finest flower of chivalry..

French fellows: Here today, gone tomorrow! - they disappear -

Darskeid: Where'd they go?

... and France was never the same... it had found its resurrection..

Justice League dream cast:

Michael Rosenbaum as Pre-crisis Lex

Ewen MacGregor as Society Lex

An unknown actress or Winona Ryder or Kate Moss as Poison Ivy

Tom Welling as Superboy Prime

Michael Rosenbaum as Alexander Luthor

Ewen Bremer as Psycho-Pirate

Lex Green is Erik, played by Michael Rosenbaum. Maybe he can help me write the dialogue for Lex in his pivotal monologue to Lois Lane.

Brandon Routh as earth 1 Superman

Henry Cavill as earth 2 Superman

 

James Callis as Vril Dox II

 Hanno Raudsepp as earth 1 Batman / Bruce Wayne

Ben Affleck - as earth 2 Batman / Bruce Wayne

Peter Gallagher as earth 3 Batman / Bruce Wayne

Michael Sabatino as earth 4 Batman / Bruce Wayne

Val Kilmer as earth 5 Batman / Bruce Wayne

George Cloony as earth 6 Batman / Bruce Wayne

Michael Keaton as earth 0 Batman / Bruce Wayne

 

Sean Bean as earth 1 Darkseid

James Earl Jones as earth 2 Darkseid

? as Lady Darkseid aka Evil blindfolded Wonder Woman, blindfolded like justice, with skin-toned stone Lady Darkseid is nevertheless a heroic character, who endures a lot of violence.

Maxwell Lord can be just like John Constantine

Josh Holloway as John Constantine

Holly Madison as Zatanna; she'd be in the Hellblazer movie

Luke Perry as Guy Gardner

Brian Austin Green as Kyle Raynor

Miranda Kerr as Starfire

Hadynn Christianson as Booster Gold

Sean Bean as Catman

Reese Witherspoon as Veronica Cale

Elizibeth Hurley as Sasha, Veronica Cale's right-hand woman with the Omac Project

Miss X is Lady Darkseid

Juaquin Phoenix as Jonah

Kendra Wilkinson as belly-shirt Supergirl or Devestation

Chad Michael Murray as Animal Man

Peter O' Toole as Metron

Tom McCamus as the Joker

Tera Patrick as Chesire

Sascha Renzcha(?) as Giganta.  For some reason, it's impossible to find her on the internet anymore.  She's a championship pole-dancer.

Danny DeVito as the Penguin

John Malcovitch as Braniac

Daniel Radcliff as Mr. Mxylpltyz

Talia takes control of the Star Wars satellite infrastructure. With the help of Killg%re and Braniac. To make it a channel to earth of the age of apocalips. Talia is Peter Verhoensky.

Aquaman: They never shut down Star Wars.

Green Lantern: Well, no, they made the prequels.. and the sequels..

Aquaman: No, stupid, I mean Ronald Reagan's Star Wars satellite project.

Chad Michael Murray as the post-crisis Riddler

Johnny Depp as the pre-crisis Riddler

Chad Michael Murry as Nemesis

Nemesis is in an OMAC costume that protects him while he's wearing a mask of Max Lord and Lady Darkseid is trying to break his neck

Miranda Kerr as Donna Troy

Bridget Marquardt as Power Girl, a supervillainess who is a member of the Injustice League

Ethan Hawke as Hal Jordan

Adam West as the original Green Lantern, an Obi-Wan archetype

The Joker is Belbo in “Foucault's Pendulum”. The Joker played by Tom Cruise.

Cynthia Belleview as Silver Saphire aka Carol Ferris

Leonardo deCaprio as Maxwell Lord

Tiffany Taylor, adult entertainment star, who knows French, and whose quiet voice always sounds like it's listening, as Talia

Kevin McKidd as Aquaman

Maybe Tiffani Amber-Thiessan could play the DC comic book Isis. She have similar features.

One thing about Black Adam. Black Adam is actually the DC comic book Osiris.  Ewen Bremer can play Black Adam/Osiris