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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. My name is Hanno Raudsepp. Maybe naked Rogue, naked Savvy, naked Savannah Samson, naked Savanna Samson, can give me a call.

Dream director - Martin Scorcese

Musical score by John Powell and John Ottman

Dream cast

Daniel Day-Lewis is Magneto / Eric Magnus

Patrick Stewart is Professor Xavier

James Marsden is Cyclops

Hugh Jackman is Wolverine

Savannah Samson is Rogue

Francesca Lodo as Storm aka Orora

Juliette Lewis as Jean Grey aka Marvel girl

Hanno Raudsepp as Havok

Winona Ryder as the White Queen aka Emma Frost

Liam Neeson as the Black King aka Sebastian Shaw

Holly Madison as Ms. Marvel

Holly Madison as Mystique

Ian McKellan as Noam Chomsky in the X-men universe

Bridgette Marquardt as Dazzler

Kendra Wilkinson as Jubilee

Ethan Hawke as Nightcrawler

Same actors as previous as Iceman, Angel and Pyro. Sorry, I should really know their names.

Harry Knowles as the urbane, well-spoken “Blob”, in quotation marks

Bruce Davison as Senator Walker

Jaye Mohr as Gyrich, the disaster crowd-control guy, who makes sure all of the disastrous battles involving the X-men are contained to limit casualties

Gyrich: You're not well, Magneto.

Magneto: I survived one holocaust. I refuse to survive another. I will.. never.. be..... well.

Gyrich: I want you to stay alive.

Magneto: No man... as me... is alive.

Long pause.

Gyrich: Just make sure you don't kill anyone. It's my job to make sure you don't.

Magneto exits the room.

Michael Tarshi as Cable, the protector of children, which Michael Tarshi was in the parallel reality. We have a long history.

Elizabeth Berkeley can play one the twentyish, thirtyish teenagers he protects. She can probably figure out which character on X-force she is.

naked rogue had been abused much as a kid. She had never understood her own proclivities for sensation, sensation climbing upward in her as a girl-kid as if attaining by then thereby maturity, as if some confusion of moraling sensation in her body as a teen-girl had reached for flagrance in her body-demeanour and she had liked a lost free-in-hell-but-free look like no-care I'm alone and moral by my aloness as much as a rampaging situation about me will let me myself as such all me naked and alone as me naked rogue all in moral solitude no one elses.

magneto wanted to be there for children.. bu but he didn't undrsatsant understand ... he didn't understand.. he wasnt wanted he wanted wasnt wanted to be naeked naked for children.. so they would be safe.. but naked rogue.. she said a lot of things... Havok ws n't sure wahat she was saying .. she talked a lot to Haovk Havok..

Ms Marvel was naked often, Ms Marvel was naked most of the time. She just had to be, she HAD to. She had to for her fellowship with mutants. She was a mutant herself she felt, but was alienated from them, for she was a mutate, a verb not a nound. She mutates were in flux, they were seen as the future, and the mutants, all the horrible, racist terminology against mutants, they said they were stagnant, they said the were toxic waste, natures version of toxic waste, they horrifically, whoever “they” was, guests on “Politically incorrect”?, they/ “they”, were they mutants “they” mutants themselves?... phantom ghost guests on teh the show werhe where did they come from anyway .. who knew them outside the who show... were they speaking toxic genetic toxic wast ws wasteland ghost speech.. Ms marvel was a skeleton.. she was a mouldering flying politcial political corpse.. she was a decaying corpse of corrup dtecaying [politics... [[[....[..[.. corruption was the oozing eswsence essence of he s hersouls of her soul corrupt her soul... her sol soul soil soul was a stinking crops corpse.. her crop of soul.. her clod of sol soil was her soul... her sol soul defecated on the street... mtuan mutant protest.. on behalf o of demonized dogs and demonized dog owners.. were demonized dog owners the original mutants.. who carried clod pispoison in their souls.. from needing to care for lost animals.. for abandoned animals.. dog owners who cared for the homeless and were deom demoncracy doemon demonized theerreby therevy teh thereby... doom would save them .. doom would declare war on the wor ar wa war woalr warld wor .. doom would save the dog-owning mutans..mutants.. the dog-owniung owning mutants..

Naked White Queen.. naked white qyueen... was a attacked by her own telepathy... it her telepathy was like knives attacking her body.. she felt like Yawn in finnegans wake... do not flingamagic flingamagig me to the twolves.. she would cry out.. she had wanted to open a schol a school for children.. she had trouble with speelling.. because she was a child herself... a school for fishes.. likttle yngrie.. little yungfries.. but she ddidn't believes teh the storei the tales.. singsooswaasinwaaaahhhh!..snif-sniff- the tales o fwolves attacking children.. how could wolves.. with their tiny mouths.. attack chiildren.. ..a rrgh.. arrgh.. she was teeny.. she cried easilyl... like a chilud would who believed in sin waaahhh!.. could only crie.. she was naked and crying often.. her children ga came over to help her.. feel betee bettle better ..waaahhh!.. after one of her master-lan mat master plans failed.. hr hrt her plans bh her beautiful plans.. all crumblied to dust.. like snol wo wn womansnowlflakes in the win wind naked woman snowlfake s in the wind.. like tearts like naked woman tears in the naked woman rain.. she said naked woman often so often.. it helped hre her cries l lau-waahhhhhhh! Waafgghhh! Wa ha waha wah!.. oauhgh .. auh huh huh ahuh... wahhhh!.. hi it helpe d her crie less easily...

.. nude Orora, nude Storm, knew the call of the storm. The storm was a voice. All the phenomena of the weather voices calling to her soul. She had climate schizophrenia. Voices tremoured her nude body. Her nude body quivered, trembled, rumoured, shimmered, shook, shattered with the voice of the storm. Her nude body shattered with voice. Her nude soul shimmered, like a quavering rainbow. Her stomach was an earthquake. She controlled or was controlled by all the weather through her stomach, through a/the voice in her stomach. Her stomach was a voice.

Havok's voice was a soul. A soul which was Ragnorack, Was Havok a norse god, a God? Was he someone who seduced, enchanted with his voice. Was his voice an enchantment. Like the voice behind the burning bush calling moses. Listening. His voice was a listening, like God's voice. A listening to winds, to weathers. His voice tremoured with listening, with rushing rivers of listening. His voice, his soul, could feel the listenings. Listening like mountain-streams in a mountain. Was his voice a mountain> Was there the stillness of emptiness of a mountain to his voice.

Naked Rogue was fleeing from truth, perpetually fleeing from truth. A perpetual nude flight from truth was Rogue. Her nude body gushed forward, like gushing nude waterbody nude Rogue from a rock when struck. Was naked Rogue a wound in a mountain?, a wound in a stone> Was her nude body made of stone. Had she absorbed her own nude body as stone from naked nude Ms. Marvel. Had that death-battle turned her nude body to stone, like a naked Medusa gaze. Had the battle with nude Ms. Marvel been a nude Medusa gaze. A gaze into naked Rogue's soul which couldn't yet gaze back except as a sonic bloom/boom flight into Nasa. Naked Rogue's nude body was a quivering stone, a wounded stone. Forever her flamboyant naked breasts and inflated nude body would gush forth.

Cyclops was a petty telepath. He could but ill see. His telepathy mind was closed freemason's eye, an eye to the winking. Cyclops winked at destiny. The German was said to squint at his soul. How – could- Cyclops see? HE could not see without red sunglasses. His eyes were forever winked shut. His vision was a closed eye. A sea of red.. A see of red. A visions see. A visor's sea. A see of harbour. Ridiculous. A keen sense was his eye. To keen for vision, for direct vision. An angular optics was his vision. His eye was trigonometry.

.. nude Dazzler felt her quintessence a frivolous soul. Abysses of frivolity. Her frivolity was her passion- her Iago passion. She aspired to be an Iago. She wanted her nude breasts double-plumed with knavery. A knavish soul was she. More knave than foolish. She had foolishness nevertheless crawling, coagulating like foam within her breast. The cruel, crawling foam; her cruel breasts. Naked Alison's breasts like foam, her breasts like cruel foam. Alison dances naked. To her light circuses. She danced naked in circuses. Sound to light. Sounds of circus to lights of breasts. Her breasts were abysses of frivolity, abysses plunging into naked Alison's black soul. Alison's nude butt danced with the weather, the weather of sunlight. Her nude butt danced with the sun. Alison was a nude sun. She was nude sound. She was nude. Alison was dazzling nude Dazzler. Alison was nude.

Magento... Magent.. Maleficient... Magneto was.. ancient.. Like Michael/Matthew Fassbender's Macbeth. An ancient Scot. An ancient play. An ancient play was the holocaust. It trembled on the stage. Nude Rogue. The mists of time. Nude Rogue's body. Mists. Magneto had seen the death of time. The mists of death. A furnace mist. A furnace was his heart. He could not feel without this furnace. The depths of a ship, of a Titanic, of a Genosha citadel, of a Phantom Opera house. Furnace-heart. The fuelling underground. All the underground fuels and natural resources were HamletMagneto's destiny his goal. Art thou there, trupenny. You heare this fellow in the cellerage. Let us then shift our ground. ... Ssswweeaaarrreee....Natural gas. All which lay buried like King Hamlet beneath the earth was Magneto's heart. His buried heart, trupenny. Were his heart and his soul seperate things?

Professor X was a man of heavens, of telepathic heavens, of telepathic skies. Which stopped at the sky and could not reach outer space. His phantom face, his ghost face, was in the clouds. Astral heavens. Astral clouds. Sky astral. Clouds were his mind, clouds were his ambition, castles in the sky, supported by telepathy, and more clouds, clouds of cerebrations, clouds of Freud, clouds of mythology. He was an idealist, or an abstract thinker. Clouds were abstraction. Clouds of Olympus. His heart was a cloud. His heart and his soul were the same thing. Ruskin. Naked Athena. Naked Queen of the Air. The cloud-like consciousness. We never see anything clearly. Such was Professor X's, Xavier's, aspiration, for the naked Athena in the naked clouds. Naked Cloud was a comic book character. A dim ambition was Xavier's books, his book study, his scholarship. Brown cinematography was his dusty books, his brown-tinted bookshelves. Naked Emma, naked White Queen and her echelons of castle-rich bookshelves, books upon books like mountains in her mountain interior study, books to reach into the millenea. Fuzzy books. Fuzzy thinking. Fuzzy logic.

Havok: Berlin. Something happens to Berlin. Something.. unimaginable. Stay away from Berlin. Berlin is a holy city. But something .. something happens to holy cities. Something also happenned to Jerusalem.. Jesu pardon.. which Jesu pardon... Iago is a holy man... R Riago R I ago rebuild Berlin as Genosha.. Iagotown..

Wolverine was a poisoner. Suspicion. The Suspicions were was whether he was a pios o poisoner of souls.. opie.. whether he would piosly poison little opie.. who would he poison?.. mainly women.. many, mayny many women... he's like that.. just a drop of poison in the milk.. he was indsetructible anyway.. he was safe.. no death col clodc could harm him.. but he was redeemed at the end like Cary Grant.. no poisoner her... i mean he.. he don't know no poiso n from milk.. nosirree bob .. hee hee hee... rogue naked rogue helps him sometimes...

Wolverine is Nietszche. The raspy-voiced Wolverine is Nietszche in the Alps. Wolverine is Nietszche as Raskolnikov.

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magneto was the death of time in the magneto rising of her light to her body of liight wihch was a rscoll rolling scroll her butt was roliing her naked butt was a rollingscroll.. rogue was her naked butt in suruplus... in fructible surplus ... her nude butt was a meadow.. a flowery meadow.. flowery colours like twilightnudebutt of naked Rogue.. magneto needed her .. heheheee magneto you need my nude butt.. rogue please.. please my nude butt? Hee hee hee.. if you insist.. woowww!.... okay wait no i didn't say that i diont' talk like that i am an ididgnified irishman .. the irish don't talk about pleasing nude.. arrrgghh...okay roguelet's satart sartoris resaortis again... i am magneto i know magntism.. i know magento magnetom magenta.. i am not a happy joe.. i am a sad joe.. sad magneto.. verwy verwy vewy sad.. manta ray.. magneto.. what was my point.. the point of my nude butt? Stop it rogue.. sto p it i say.. okay.. let's start again.. i a have a point somewhere... i am supposed to be a leader of mutant synergy of ro or something ... to rooarrr rogue.. oboy i rogue know i am a cowardly lion... pleas rogue don't self-castigate. Cat cat cstigate.. i'm going to castigate my own nude BUTT... sigh if you insist.. no wait taht didn't com aout right..

Magneto: My war is not for the innocent. And you are an innocent, Rogue.

Rogue: (crying) I died my innocence. I died my innocence dead.

Magneto: What? You innocence is in bloom. You are a young woman and I am an old man.

Rogue: (smiling) You're young.

Magneto: Young in hope I was once and wish to be again. I am I don't it is me ...

Rogue: .. and meee....

Magneto: Prison. The send children to prison. And they- they call.. my island.. MY island.. a prison..

Rogue: They may have said the same thing about Hitler. I think he was a good man.

Magneto: The Nazis outlasted Hitler by sixty-four years. It may have mattered little to him if he was a good or bad man. His foundations lay on straw.

Rogue: I like him so much when he was signing all those autographs.

Magneto: That matters much in matters of goodness.

Rogue: What happenned to all the books they burned. All the history which was burned away and fort gorgon forgotten scrolls of memory.

Magneto: History ended. I mean, to be more enlightening, you probably know more about it than I. I spent to much time in a prison. I was a captured soldier at Dieppe.

Rogue: - quietly – What happened at Dieppe?.. dip.. dieeppe.. dieppee.. hee hee hee..

Magneto: The Canadians were ... forgotten.. they just.. vanished from the page of time... I'm quoting words of Ahmadinejad when he spoke of the present regime of Israel.. which is almost made up of cabinet members who are Dieeppe Dieeppe dieppe soldiers.. forgotten ministers... forgotten ghosts.. erased ghosts of history.. ghosts in a war machine.. a machine which .. i once.. invented at a table in my study.. as I watched Ben Gurion on TV talk about setting up a techno-state a techno-culture.. a techno-military.. tekwar..

Rogue: Genosha is .. soo.. so .. different.. Genosha is .. real..it's pure.. i MEAN.. real... sorry for saying pure..

Magneto: There are words which sorrow sorry sorrow for sorryly for their years in the manger..

Rogue: I was born in a manger.. like Christ.. like Jesus.. which Jesu pardon.. V.. B.. bANTAM WAS jesUS JESUS JROKER JESUES batnam bantam was joker jesus.. A LOUD JESUS.. WHY DO black men talk loudly anyway...

Magneto: Did Jesus feel he had to pardon himself for his birth.. like a Hitler?...

Rogue: People blame the Inquisition and the Crusades on Christ..

Magneto: Edmund Muntzer was a real militant Christian. Or was it Edward.. I forget..

Rogue: Munzter... munzer mint.. mintzer .. pincer.. PENIS .. - her voice shatters – what, what did I say that for?...

Magneto: There's nothing wrong with the word.. it has been demonized by Nazi agencies.. feminist agencies...

Rogue: - crying relentlessly – what is wrong with me.. what am i doing.. i just like saying.. things.. i just liked saying it... why?...

Magneto: You're an innocent.. innocent as a babe.. I will never let them call Genosha a prison again. War machines will fall into the ocean before that happens again...

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Alfred: “A formidable adversary for an man to task himself with unravelling. Some tea, green tea, master Bruce, to await such selfsaid task for a true Royalist of the quintessential variety.”

nude Rogue: Magneto, how are you?

Magneto: Intact.

nude Rogue: You've been fighting so long, for centuries it seems.

Magneto: I never meant this battle to last into your lifetime.

nude Rogue: I am this battle. It's always been me.

Magneto: I am to blame. I am to blame for all battles. I am to blame for World War 2.

nude Rogue: (crying) No, no, you're not.

Naked magneto: the warsome ways of nude fulvia.. the war of a hair's breadth.. the tinsel-town hair.. tinsel as snowflaake snowlake snowfleake snowflaeke hair.. as the hair ofa snowman.. an am a snowman of the abominable kind.. of the abominable variety.. i am bono..

nude rogue: i looovvee bono..

naked magneto: that's me.. all right.. the being to love.. a hearts a many in doves of war.. many loves in war.. many doves in war.. warsome hair.. warsome doves...

nude rogue: my heart is a warsome dove..

magneto: many hearts are yours.. you are a nude woman of many hearts...

nude rogue: of many nude hearts..

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Magneto: