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.
nude talia: .. how did i ache my way
into political leadership of Libya.. to meet in tandem the
mechanations of al-queda in time synchrony for my defacto leadership
of the operation project assassinate america.. .. . nude i a climbed
a staircase.. the plo political staircase of libay lo of libya...
nude i climbed a staircase.. cimb cima cimba nude i climbad a
staircase cinnamon.. cinnemon my nude body.. perfume cinnemon.. a
stari stary starry a staircase of perfume my nude body.. in an
envoleope an envolope in an envelope of perfume.. with little regard
for the nude body inseide.. all attention to the eneveloping
canteloping pluterperfect ofnude body talia envelope outside.. nope..
my nude body was also tehe envelope of perfume.. the envelope of
perfume was my nude body also.. so did i make my way through the
political channels.. a political perfume enveloping my nude body an
envelope which was my nude body perfume political.. al.. queda..
sniff.. - crying -
nude talia: the sweetness of sorrow..
ny my nude body a sin strawberry nude talia.. nude talia is a
starberry.. nude talia is a strawberry.. she is .. sniff.. strawberry
shortcake.. waaaahhhh!!!
.. naked Wonder Woman: ... waaahhhh!!... ahuhuahuhahuh.. snif. sniff.. sniff.. 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
nude wonder woman: Bruuuceee.. i'm not
going anywhere.. i'm right here..
bruce wayne: i know.. yes.. i know..
but.. it won't last.. i can see the future..
nude wonder woman: i .. can't..
somehow.. i .. just - crying – can't..
bruce wayne: it's okay... i mean.. i
mean.. it's.. okay.. there is a dark future ahead.. we are all the
justice organization to be submerged in darkness... in a vastness of
drake.. of far darkness.. of nude talia .. her nude body .. is the
darkness.. but it is a darkness .. through which i can see... it is
because of her.. i can see through the darkness.. nude she is.. my
darkness..
nude wonder woman: maybe nude i can
be.. - sniff .. - crying – wailing – your darkness too.. i need
NEED ned NEED you to SEE through ALL my darkness my nude body
diana... i need to be nude and transparent to you.. so that truth..
truth.. truth.. truth .. shall.. reign.. my nude body shall reign..
in its truth..
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
nude wonder woman: Bruuuceee.. i'm not
going anywhere.. i'm right here..
bruce wayne: i know.. yes.. i know..
but.. it won't last.. i can see the future..
nude wonder woman: i .. can't..
somehow.. i .. just - crying – can't..
bruce wayne: it's okay... i mean.. i
mean.. it's.. okay.. there is a dark future ahead.. we are all the
justice organization to be submerged in darkness... in a vastness of
drake.. of far darkness.. of nude talia .. her nude body .. is the
darkness.. but it is a darkness .. through which i can see... it is
because of her.. i can see through the darkness.. nude she is.. my
darkness..
nude wonder woman: maybe nude i can
be.. - sniff .. - crying – wailing – your darkness too.. i need
NEED ned NEED you to SEE through ALL my darkness my nude body
diana... i need to be nude and transparent to you.. so that truth..
truth.. truth.. truth .. shall.. reign.. my nude body shall reign..
in its truth..
blue beetle: i'm ready to adopt
leadership of the justice league.
Nude wonder woman: good.. good.. we
need you..
Batman: i think.. it's time to begin..
let's get to work.. blue..
blue beetle: indeed.. technology zones
of al-qaeda.. it's all like..
nude wonder woman: al-qaeda .. is it
always going to be.. al-qaeda..
blue beetle: no one knows what
al-qaeda is anymore.. it got so many recruits from the disastrous
iraqi war.. so many of them went to libya.. and where else.. the
sudan maybe?... back to afghanistan... it is an octopus network of
naive fighters like me.. very like me.. maybe silicon valley
teckies..
nude wonder woman: .. maybe .. we
should do a recruitment drive.. recruit al-qaeda members for an
octopus network of the justice league..
blue beetle: good thinking.. maybe you
should be leader..
nude wonder woman: maybe i will be..
someday.. nude diana leader.. dianatic-.. maybe.. maybe not..
blue beetle: we may need you as.. i'm
convinced we will need you as leader someday..
Batman: I concur.
Bluce beetle: So, Brazil, .. i have a
book on military oppression in brazil.. it's an old book.. but we're
going to have to read a lot of old history.. to figure out how vico
history cycles repeat themselves in the future.. how the patterns of
the past inform the future..
John Constantine: .. ahh.. you're
quoting me.. i love it.. i'm in too.. i've been the loner .. far,
far, far too long.. far, far sniff far..
nude wonder woman: sniff.. john i'm so
glad you could join us.. we're all renegades aren't we .. superheroes
are renegades..
John Constantine: and I'm the renegade
of renegades.. in more than a single spectral dimension.. i sniff
cigarettes.. occasionally i leave them in soup.. other people's i
mean..
nude wonder woman: i love you john..
Batman: i concur..
John Constantine: i like your
concuring, bats.. we have.. a history.. you and ... i .. a.. long ..
history..
Batman: yes.. yess..
nude wonder woman: .. i just recently
met you john... your eyes.. your smouldering eyes.. your so innocent
eyes.. sought me out .. through a . wahhh!.. tv screen.. your eyes
sought out the innocent areas of my nude soul..
John Constantine: yess.. i remember
seeing you.. walking the streets of Dublin..
Batman: i think.. no.. i'm just .. i'm
having trouble thinking of .. al-qaeda .. it's too.. sharp.. too
jagged.. i'm all about the greys.. the greys.. the greys are
pacifists...
nude wonder woman: sniff wahhh!.. e. t.
.. aliens...
Batman: i think.. al-qaeda .. is not
grey enough for me..
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.
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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
next chapter
next chapter
.. 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.
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Nude wonder woman: enron wisdom of
athena help me now.. my mind needs a triplet voltage.. ahhh... so..
leitle meinanderer.. i am a mookse and gripos in a single starbelt..
starbelts of athena's vagina help me now.. my vagina is savage mind
like hers now.. a savage fire are we together.. together..
togeethheerrr... we are all together a happy family the justice
league.. so.. on to work... starbelts of vagina mutual.. mutual
mercury vagina.. i have a mercurius vagina.. and so then.
Nude wonder woman: likessee.. we need
to get into business... justice league business... ihave so many Not
safe for work pictures of meee to get started.. but we'll leave that
for later.. much much heehhehehe woww.. later.. wowza nude butt me is
much of... so brainica brainaic brainiac brainica brainiac hard to
spell and pronounce.. but we'll get there.. with braniac.. so infused
into my nude body that it's hard to tell them apart.. i am symbiote..
i am deadwar.. but so on.. so.. i am justice league dead.. no that's
for later.. after the war and nuclueur holocaust are over.. business
before pleasure.. nucleur holocausts are all business.. nucleur wall
street... hheeheehee.. bowza like boza bowzeer in super mario bros.
Bras not for me.. just .. try.. hehehe.. bowzer the wall street
bigwigs.. you don't want to go head and head with bowzer... the super
mario bros. Pipes companies.. of wall street.. no the pipes of my
bowels.. like there are menner minerals in my water.. i make water
like i make milk or soup but god knows i don't make them in the one
pot.. soo.. my nude body is sin incarnate.. a symbiote.. no more
claylie claylife for me.. my tongue is claylie though.. my tongue
lies like clay.. is slippery moose like clay.. i need a dexterous
tongue.. to manouver my butt through wall street.. hheeehehe..
literally .. if you geuss mimic meinning.. so .. on to bug finance..
arrgghhh math.. thissle take a while.. okay .. so the curve of my
butt or breast goes there.. and meets the line of my pubis.. and we
have a derivitive.. ahh.. i think i speelled or pronouncced it
right.. so multi-derivitivies is multi-bugs on the screen..
multi-tangents of financial spreadsheets.. hehehe never mind..
spreadsheet my butt.. oh sorry do mind.. okayso.. vectors brainiac
vectors.. ahh pronounced it right good i'm nude that way when i
pronounce correctly.. brainiac vectors.. addemtogetha.. togetha
togetha.. we get to the easyiest path to the conclusion of the vector
morass from plan a to plan b simple see by bug finance.. bugs know
how to leapfrog.. we do leapfrog numbers on the screen.. my nude body
leapfrogs as my breasts bounce.. all for wall street.. hehehee.. my
nude pubis rumbles already..
Superman walks in.
Superman: Diana, sorry, sorry,
whatryadoin'
nude diana: ahhh.. nothing.. nothing
.. never mind.. just lots of computers around me so i can admire my
nude body in the reflections..
Superman: oh. Okay. Sounds. Good. To
. me.. i .. think..
nude diana: yeah.. yippee.. ya think..
you think.. it's all good..
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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.
months later
Superman and Diana in front of the
Justice League headquarters in front of a frenetic mob..
Superman: Listen, listen, listen,
individuals, gentlemen, gentlewomen, gentlechildren.. i did not did
not did not... i did not cause the economic crisis... she did!
Superman goes back inside.
Wonder Woman: Sorry about that.
She follows him.
Superman in dark corridor.
Superman: This is no way to start the
justice league.
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”
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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 4th 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
