... did Mike Harris abolish the credit system for high schools.. because i think he might have.. so that a person could graduate from high school without even needing to get a single credit.. you spent three years in high school and that was all you needed to do to graduate.. just spend three years in high school and that was it.. you had a diploma.. i want to investigate this further... the mike harris regime..

... did the Pentagon used to run and corporate computer programming run/manage teh internet.. and now it's Wall Street that runs/manages the internet.. through COBOL.. through the computer programming language COBOL is it?.. that Wall Street runs/ manages the internet.. manages the internet 100%...

... free association is a VERY powerful learning tool.. overwhelmingly powerful...

... who are the police brutality cops who commit their sins without actually taking ADVANTAGE of their crime victims.. are these cops saints in disguise?..

... do we start eventually using the word police brutality almost or entirely unilaterally to describe THESE cops and start inventing a term for the other kind of police brutality.. do we invent a term called police sadism?...

.. Donna has a demon-poltergeist but may still be a mortal woman yet with a demon-poltergeist.. who knows what sheryl is.. mortal woman/ ghost .. maybe probably a hyprid of both.. yeth.. sheryl is a woman-ghost hybrid... decidedly...

... Sauron, heroic, noble dark lord of great honour and renown, not to be cleped with swinish phrase a drunkard, unlike a certain Tony Stark, may very well have a HUGE role in the movie William Marston's Wonder Woman...

... Sauron of many names and identities which he needs to maintain the health of his soul, such as Tammuz, Ares, Apollo, Loki, David Bowie, Doctor Strange, Magneto, Viktor Von Doom, Yahveh, Darkseid, someday.. Superman?.. and finally.. Diana.. Diana.. Diana Sauron, darkest lordess of mordor..

thenk you harry if you can post this on your website..

nude wonder woman to nude circe in William Marston's Wonder Woman....

harry Knowles should post this whole scene/ message / post on his website..

nude wonder woman:  .. I HATE these sick swarming almost sensual maggoty feelings you jew me down in this core belly swarming sensations you ball of yarn inside me with your incessant, no your CONSTANT, 100%, 24/7 nudity CIRCE... arrrrghhh.. i'm so sick of those sensations which I know I never wanted.. comparing your CONSTANT nude self to my INCONSTANT nude self because once in a rare moon I DO wear my costume and you NEVER do.. but i'm still .. I still spend more MORE time nude than you nude circe because because I'm OLDER than you..

nude circe: I am older than 3000 thousand years old.. i'm a witch..

nude wonder woman:  fuuucckk.. i'm .. not.. you win again AGAIN fuck this maggot inside me.. I think I've been so so much more often than I EVER ever would have been all because of YOU nude circe..

nude circe:  no, Diana, it's all because of you...

nude wonder woman: .. oh you silly ass .. an I mean ASS you nude circe..  - nude Diana starts masturbating on the public street their in relentlessly -

nude circe:  hahahaha.. i'm not masterbating..

nude wonder woman nuder somehow now: that is so what you do to me, nude circe.. I .. can't.. even.. stand... up...

nude circe nude:  ahahhaahhaa.. my work is finished.. - circe kills several people by frying them to skeletons, innocent bystanders - you could have stopped me from doing that if you weren't masterbating..

nude Diana:  ahahahahah ahuh ahuhh ahuh ahuh .. ohhhhgghhhoohhhhh.. oh oh o h.. snude Diana trips and skips off her bare bum bouncing in league with her hands still masterbating her pubis ferociously as she races and limps away.. truly terrified of nude circe now and hardly expecting to escape alive... but nude Diana still STILL has to masterbate - nude Diana: - racing, tripping away - ohh o hh ohh ohh ohh...

nude circe nude:  - starts laughing crying weeping sobbing hysterically sobbing -  nude circe remains still standing as if frozen in a lineup nude and pure circe nude...


scene/ dialogue written by grant Morrison for William Marston's Wonder Woman the FIRS@@!!T Wonder Woman movie ever made.... grant Morrison is none other than marc s. tucker.. if you can believe it..

... let's do a whole history of the nude sisters megan on the internet.. let's do a Wonder Woman phenomenon on the internet of the nude sisters megan who are playing her....

nude queen clea in william marston's wonder woman...

nude queen clea: .. I thought a baby could NOT be buried alive.. no no no.. I will someday become a baby.. I will transform myself into a fetus through beautified genetic engineering and I will bury myself alive.. so those poor poor babies buried alive will not be.. alone.. I will sink into the womb of the earth.. I will sink into the soil.. I will sink into the earth like an abandoned baby.. I will be a fetus in the earth.. poor poor bears.. I .. LOST .. that little life inside me.. poor poor bears.. poor bear-baby.. poor bear-baby... poor little teddy bear baby buried beneath the earth.. poor little bobo.. poor poor father burnsy.. a good old man father always.. SIR ian mcKellan.. all children, all poor bear-babies, all little fetus's .. return to their mother... return to nude Aphrodite nude their nude mother earth.. all babies recede back into their nude mother.. all fetus's return to the earth.. I am a poor fetus nude mouse.. I am nude mice in the earth.. it is who I am nude... nude mouse queen clea nude.. nude clea.. nude clio.. nude clio..


nude queen clea played by nude clea duvall and nude monica potter... in William marston's Wonder Woman.. the very first wonder woman movie ever made...


A newborn baby girl - believed to be less than two days old - has been found buried alive under asphalt and rubble by a river in California.

Police rescued the child from a crevice on a bike path that runs along the riverbed in Compton, after passers-by heard muffled cries.

The child was found cold to touch and was immeditaely rushed to hospital - where she is currently in a stable condition.

The baby had been wrapped in a blanket before being hidden in a hole in the ground.

The son of the woman who notified the police told Sky News his mother was very emotional when the baby was found.

He said: "It just hurts to see somebody leave a baby like that when there are so many places they can take them now-a-days."

Authorities are investigating and have appealed for information.

nude priscilla rich in William marston's wonder woman...

nude Priscilla rich: ahuh ahuh ahuh.. wahhhh.. this is not acting.. I am not a good actress like I ahuh ahuh ALWAYS wanted to be.. this is rage RAGE... I AM RAGE.. I am NOT an ACTRESS... RAGE is NOT an emotion.. it is the REVERSE of emotion...

... skinny dipping female newcaster in "Jessica Drew" comic book by stephan daedeles..

nude female new broadcaster:  ... "... ISIS sells women for top dollar.. it's a Hollywood ISIS party... party women unite for ISIS... ISIS is a woman-seller.. Hollywood agents clamour to join ISIS... "

... Hanno Raudsepp just woke up after about six or so hours of filming Spider man: Demons.. a thanksgiving dinner party pleasant and not so pleasant with peter's family extended.....

.. Diana Ajax was spanked 18 times, at least 18 times when she was a young little girl, a young girl, and already when she was a teenager.. by her father Boris.. her father Boris Andres was his name.. he called her scuzz over and over again until she grew to like her name.. her full name is nude diana ajax scuzz.. her full name is diana ajax scuzz...

.. but Diana ajax scuzz never thought her father was a killer, never once.. even when he threatened her with spanking if she pilfered - that he wouldn't give a thought to not doing it- despite taht she never once thought of him as a killer.. never once though he a killer.. he was that kind of father...

.. send to Dan Didio .. from david finch...

... ralph fienne's belbo hermes thoth makes an exhaustive palestinian-style study of cars, starting with BMW's.. a believe a german car the BMW...

.. hermes is god I believe of transportation.. of many kinds of transportation.. finally of transportation of the deceased into the underworld into the land of Hades and nude persepone.. a grey dusk nude persepone.. a thoth Egyptian catacomb nude female magician of ancient Egypt with serpents the nude Persephone.. Hermes Thoth is the god of gateways and cars and .. books.. he is the god of books.. he is the god of the gateways which books are.. hermes thoth is the god of the transportation into linguistic imagination which books are.. into the linguistics of imagination.. described by Blake when he talked about the boundaries of imagination, I believe..

  ... belbo Diana hermes thoth talks in the third person.. belbo Diana hermes talks in the third person.. in royal mien.. he is a royal man this hermes of pagan royalty.. hence hermes talks in the third person of himself... he meets dionysious later as a child dionysious.. who can play dionysious as a child.. kip Kinkel plays dionsyious as a teenage adult.. dionysious is eternally a teenager.. I believe somehow maybe kip might be too.. like brad renfro...

.. ralph fiennes's hermes is belbo, is the male belbo in William Marston's Wonder Woman.. he is belbo hermes.. hermes belbo thoth.. of umberto eco's Foucault's Pendulum.. nude wonder woman is the soul of a pendulum.. nude wonder woman's quintessence of dust soul is a dust simple harmonic motion nude pubis of nude diana.. nude diana media is nude kelly lynch in the same movie.. nude she is belbo diana kyle...

issbn address - 41st post .. a LAN.. a local area network to Canada...

nude jessica drew: .. my bare bum nude red raspberry.. ..

nude Jessica drew:  .. I am a raspberry orange.. I am a silly gum .. piece of gum on a shoe am I .. I am gumnude.. I am sticky glue.. heehehee.. I am the funny gel at the silk end of a webbing... I am silknude bare bum nude silk I have.. I have a gel silk webbing bare bum nude.. I am rednude all nude woman all over me bare bum nude and bare breasts speckled with lice blue dust..

nude poison ivy:  "wot eez da word, "No" spelt backwards for nude pubis of nude pamela isley nue...

The Riddler : "give me an R, an R for "Robin"

nude pamela isley:  "boo hoo hoo treebeard is an embryo ent like me.. and ENT.. an ENT..."

bruce wayne:  ".. ent.. ent.. the ent is a treebeard creature.."

nude poison ivy: "their is a T in the word illuminati.."




bruce wayne:  ".. o'hara, p'clery, O'Brien, O'Casey, wot is the name of another type of man like O'Casey, cousin of boromir"...



the riddler:  "the man who inherits Star Wars and Wonder Woman can be met if you can figure out the Riddler's puzzle.."

..."Fellowship of the Ring" is J. R. R. Tolkien's masterpiece...

Naked Io was the naked man who was arrested by police in Paris during the ISIS attacks.. the man who was said to be a member of ISIS who had partaken in the attacks.. naked IO was that man.... that man of ISIS was naked IO.. IO was naked when she was arrested as a man of ISIS by police in Paris after November friday the 13 of 2014

... the man of ISIS who was arrested in I think an apartment by police in Paris, the naked man who had partaken in the attacks upon Paris was a naked woman who was naked IO in the now naked Wonder Woman comics by George Perez.... the attacks on Paris by ISIS on November Friday the 13th were the resurgent NAKED AMAZONS ATTACK!!!... it begins with Paris.. the naked amazons are now suicide bombers.. in Paris.. Paris is burning..

  a message about plot and layout from George perez for George Perez's upcoming naked Wonder Woman naked in nude her comic book by George perez...

... maxwell lord is jack kennedy, god of revolution.. in america...

... i'm learning COBOL programming language.. a programming language COBOL which should be mathematics for economics and econometrics as well.. COBOL may be the programming language that decides the prices of comic books.. inflation was programmed into COBOL.. i'm going to program deflation into COBOL....

... psycho-pirate's real name is meredith finch.. psycho-pirate's secret, not-so secret anymore identity is meredith finch.. his name is mary finch, meredith finch... he has gone through nightmare after nightmare, horror after horror, self-horror after self-horror.. psycho-pirate has...

Batwoman: "I was spanked nine times.. at least a minimum of nine times.. many more i think.. when i was a little girl.. by both my father and my mother.. i learned something.. parents.. mothers and fathers.. who spank their children are capable of killing their children.. mothers and fathers who spank their children want to KILL their children.. that is the fear the child feels when this corporal punishment happens... the fear of a killer.. of a parent who is a killer.."...

nude diana love water.. nude diana loves drinking water.. the thing nude diana loves most about water is that you can drink it...

... cobol is wall street.. the programming language COBOL is wall street.. the COBOL programming language is wall street programming...

.. Peter Parker and jos his spider senses parlour games.. written by stephan daedeles...

... peter parker's spider sense used to simply or not-so simply warn him of immediate future dangers, like a calling card from the immediate future of a few seconds or even from a full minute from now.. but peter parker's spider sense transforms.. now peter parker's spider sense involves peter parker talking to his future self, to the future peter parker, years into the future.. peter parker from the future can talk to peter parker in the past years from the future.. that is what peter parker's spider sense becomes.. that is peter parker's spider sense now...

plotting written by Stephan daedeles for his future comic book, "peter parker"... just "peter parker".. that's the comic book, just called, "Peter Parker"..

Aegus Hyperorion in the Wonder Woman comic books..

Aegus Hyperorion:  ".. drink me.. said the kettledrum.. for I am a kettledrum alice.. I am alice in a little locket..."

nude Diana Achilles Borgia: .. hahahaha... heheeehheee - barely able to contain herself - heeheheheee..

aegus hyperorion: ... alice fell down the rabbit hole into a tea-kettle.. but the tea was warm and she drank it all from the inside .. because "drink me" was written on the tea bag which was like an anchor at sea.. the tea bag anchored the tea like an autumn breeze heavy with humid summer moistness.. the tea bag was like autumn and summer meeting each other..

nude Diana Achilles Borgia:  - her face wet with tears - so charming .. so charming.. utter bliss to listen to you aegus hyperorion.. I'm like a living bubble..


dialogue by George perez for a future comic book issue of Wonder Woman...

.... Diana: ".. my costume is made purely, 100% of the light which shines through a stain glass window.. it's my my classic costume.. my favourite costume.. which is made up of optics, purely of optics, purely of light shining through stained glass windows, this is my classic costume, made composed of purely of the texture of light itself, my classic costume is made up of light... i am always naked actually, covered so rarely in such a rarefied manner, with optical light of the colour and trigonemetry angular patterns of stained glass window light.. i'm the dance of the wu-li masters..."..

dialogue by George perez in a wonder woman comic book .. when wonder woman gets her classic costume back, her costume purely a rainbow, and when George perez is back to writing the comic book, "Wonder Woman"....

.... DC comic book publishing, the electronic, electronically-managed logistics of publishing, the actual literal publishing of comic books themselves, is done through voice-activated computers, through sonar.. the computers which write and draw, it's so difficult to direct the drawing of these comic books and not have the drawing interfered with.. so hard to write these comic books and not have the writing interfered with... but the writing of comic books, the electronically-managed writing of comic books is done through sonar, throught the writer speaking his directions to the computer, to the voice computer... it's a sonar module...

ENIGMA turns fathers into CRIMINALS... WAR CRIMINALS.... it's a NAZI invention...

.. eventually the definition of the word "shoplifting" is/becomes "overcharging for merchandise", "lifting merchandise", "price lifting", "merchandise lifting"... basic supply and demand.. microeconomics?...

... Marge wears pants now and HATE MOTHERS... marge: MOTHERS have ALWAYS been EVILLLL!!!! .,. auughhgHGHGHGHGH.!!!!!....

marge: "... MARGE ... HATES... PANTS.... auughhh.. they rip.. they bunch up at the hip.. PANTS ... SUCK!.... but you NEED .. PANTS.. and THEY .. STILL ... SUCK... marge HATES.. THE .. INCOMPETANCE.. OF.. COMPANIES.. that .. DESIGN.. PANTS!!!.... aUUuurGHHHAHHaGHHaaauughhhHHH!!!!.... set fire at RETAIL STORES.. LOTS AND LOTS OF ... FIRES.. FIRREEE... BURN.. PANTS.. STUPIDLY DESIGNED PANTS.. BURN.. BURN.. BURN.. FIRE.. FIRRREEE!!!....marge is a consumer.. a CONSUMER.. she runs races up to the CEO of PANTS inc..  and the ceo of PANTS incorporated.. is.. is.. MARGE!.. ."

  marge: "fuUUUCCKKK.. FUuuUUCKK!.... EVIL SATANIC SCUM-MARGE is CEO of PANTS incorporated...

evil scum marge:  ".. well any pants you don't wear are not your friends.."

innocent, pants-wearing, pants-discomfited marge: ".. Aaaauughhh!!!!... we look EXACTLY ... ALIKE.. we sound EXACTLY .. alike.. ALIKE.. marge should never HAVE been ALIVE at all.. I ... WANT.. AN .. ABORTION...!..."


dialogue on the Simpsons, after marge has already worn pants for many, many episodes...

... Christian Bale should never have played Batman or Bruce Wayne.. he was too young or didn't have enough of a sense of professionalism.. strangely

.. this was also the case with liam neeson.. liam neeson should never have been in a Batman movie.. I don't think professionalism has ever been an element of liam neeson's career path.. he's not that kind of man.. he's just not.. same goes for chris Nolan.. chris Nolan should never have directed a single Batman movie.. the professionalism thing wasn't his either..

 .. for projects as contentious, and DIFFICULT, as impossibly DIFFICULT as the Batman movies and now television show.. you need people working on these projects who are 100% professionals.. and ONLY people working in ANY capacity on Batman film / tv projects who are 100% professionals..

.. matt damon is worried christian bale is going to sabotage unintentionally the Gotham television project, by Christian Bale being a promise-keeper, aka .. someone who makes promises...

... but.. because Christian takes responsibility or in the very loudness of his voice takes the blame for it.. when Christian Bale speaks loudly it means he's taking blame for things.. that Christian Bale does repair on any sabotage he might bring about.. scorcese's involvement in such a project as the Gotham television project is much more worrisome.. his promises are much more worrisome.. and potentially.... devastating and deceptive?...

   Hanno Raudsepp doesn't like portraying himself as an exception to this principle, but he's been providing a relentless cascade of screenplay material for the Gotham television series, an endless amount of dialogue and content for the television show Gotham.. he's not let anyone down.. he doesn't make promises.. he just offers results.. hanno raudsepp doesn't like saying all this... but it's important to maintain this on his resume and as part of his credentials in Hollywood.. that he's not a promise-keeper.. hanno provides results... he's always done that..

... the frightening question is.. is their almost no boundary or somehow no boundary whatsoever.. between gay pride and homophobia.. is this what is so horrific an experience for the gay man.....

.. the shadow people in the shadow realm of the Shadow King in the uncanny x-men...

... shadow #1:.. the shades are commixing adultery and we are sharing the wigs of draughts..

... shadow #2:  we are ready to rumble a fish rumble in the deekin's of overlusting jews in the amish quarters of cannibalism nue Diana ready to swarm like heavy maggot stew rain in the dogfish ready to feel good about everything...

shadow #3: .. I think a duck is coming.. we are the ducks of summer.. the mice of winter.. the jews of autumn.. the atom bombs of the north... the gammas of the arctic.. the winters of spring and march.. the dimes of autumn.. a bomb we are building.. ready set goo!@@!!!...

shadow #1: .. algorithms are we all.. we are the spirits residing in computers... the realm of the shadow king who knows the Gnome.. we are ready to listen to the rumbling bare bum nude of nude rogue... a nude woman momentum like a catapult rhough rhubarb nude woman through SKYYEIIEIIEIEE... a cloud jew she is...

shadow #3:  we are the heavy thinkers of many nude rogues.. the nude rogues are we.. we are punks.. we are rocket-punks.. nude rogues bare bums are the rumbling apocalypse coal pitch coal black and the Jews are good people too...


The Realm of the Shadow King in the Uncanny X-men.. a movie directed by martin scorcese....

Here's some scenes from a screenplay, the next eleven or twelve scenes I wrote after/before this post about nude Phaedra moondragon nude, nude oeanea who is nude artemis the mortal bana mighdal nude amazon nude artemis, nude Aphrodite nude, sean bean's theseus, Jason Priestley's or crispin glover's Hippolytus, dialogue for both characters, perhaps their is also a Hippolytus Ulysses played by Crispin Glover... all of these scenes/ dialogue can be in the very first FRIST@@!! nude wonder woman movie by scorcese... all of these characters can be in the nude wonder woman movie FIRST@@!!... this may have originally been a screenplay that was partially the basis for an unfilmed or unreleased "the Avengers" movie, copyrighted/ copywrited to hanno raudsepp... which just means I wrote it.. not that it can't be freely copied.. the characters can very well be characters in a wonder woman movie.. with nude meryl streep as nude Phaedra moondragon nude, perhaps the mythological ancient nude baroness von Gunther. . 

Harry Knowles, you can put the following or preceding ten or twelve scenes on your website.. website... all of these scenes, all of this dialogue could be in the nude wonder woman movie.. nude meryl streep could play nude phaedra.. nude phaedra moondragon in the nude wonder woman nude movie.. nude bridgette marquardt nude is nude aphrodite nude.. jason priestley is Hippolytus..

.. sean bean or matt damon is .. Theseus?.. or Thomas Jane... is Theseus Hyperion Aegus/?... is Theseus Aegus Orion.. Orion himself.... finally.. nude scarlett Johansson as nude oeanea nude .. like a nude ocean.... who is the original name of the nude amazon bana mighdal nude woman nude artemis?.. her nude original name is nue oenea?... this screenplay may have been the basis for the first unfilmed or at least unreleased version of the first Avengers movie.. it could very well do for being the part of the screenplay for the nude wonder woman movie starring nude megan gale... as nude Diana ...

Phaedra


Opening scene


Hippolytus wanders about the altar of Artemis.


                                                            Hippolytus


     Artemis plays a perpetual game with herself.  Dionysios is engaging her in his pulling her from herself, in his seducing and encouraging her to elude herself, to confound herself, to dance through herself.  Dionysios compells her to the dance.  She finds she can only scoff at the nebula she perpertually made of herself, to dare this nebula to overwhelm herself.  A dance was a dare.  She would dance against herself.
      I wonder, was it by the arts of Dionysious that Artemis compelled my convictions toward her own worship.  Dionysious who renders the distinction beteween god and mortal into irrevocable confusion.  I believe I’ve come to confuse myself for a god, as I now fail to percieve their identifying traits.  This much I can identify: Gods and Goddesses are exposed to my vision as dancing beings, as beings defined by the condtions of their physicality.  Has Artemis deigned to make me into the dancing soul of Greece?  I believe she wonders if she can base herself upon the complex architecture of dance, upon the architecture of perpetual elusiveness.  Can she build her psyche of the nature and methods of dance, can one’s psyche be built upon its principles.  Artemis is a master of all connoted sin, of all aftereffects of shadows, all connoting shades.
      Artemis is the dancing goddess of Dionysian revelry, her dance is a revelry of self-conscious sin.  She is the consummate mimic.  She is the gamely, silly-mannered physical analogue of all that is insubstantial in her, impalpable to cognizance.  By physical dance she penetrates her path through all her nebulous being.
     Artemis has physicalized me into something disembodied from my family.   She has made me believe myself as a body of godhood.  She has made me persuaded of my physical acquaintanceship with gods.  She has made me feel my own physical godhood.  Somehow it is a mortal’s dealing with a god that is brought to one level with her, gods and mortals as common acquaintances.  Gods and Goddesses are become physical to me, robust, boisturous. 
      Aphrodite, what of Aphrodite?  Aphrodite’s own artful deceptions create therefore a fulfilled nakedness behind themselves.  She embodies things by clothing them in bodies, each body being her own body, by weaving deciets about themselves.  Sh e clothes formless truths in lies, thus giving them body.   Aphrodite likes to discuss anything and everything that is unrelated to the moral purpose of the conversation.  She obstinately maintains her talk at a set standard of irrelevancy..

Servant

    Hippolytus- whereas Artemis delieghts in the hunter’s eye within the whirlwind of introspection of her wilderness of soul, Aphrodite is tender to the touch.  She wounds easily.  And your penetrative wit may match her sensibilities in a kind of atonal assymetry which may case a aclashing of her inward wills- her soul lost to your wit in a cacophony of ne’r do well introspection, unwilllingly coerced within her will.


                                                            Hippolytus


      I do not well understand you.


                                                            Servant


     My meaning is that- Aphrodite may not take kindly to your penetrating insights into her character, unlike Artemis, the goddess of nighttime souls of inward seekings.  Aphrodite is not an introspective sort.


                                                            Hippolytus


     Then she should be.  I spared but a few words upon her.  She is too light and willlowy for my liking.


                                                            Servant


     I would simply not take such a flippant view of Aphrodite.  She is easily wounded, an may retaliate with a reflex’s dawn of awakening sun.


                                                            Hippolytus


     If she is a being of mere reflex, a being who wakens to the light of action by cantankerous inward will, she is not on my sighting.  I think not of her.


                                                            Servant


     Oh, there is a law which speaks of relations between gods and men which says, Abhor pride in the face of divinity.  Ignore Aphrodite’s will at your peril.


                                                            Hippolytus


     My peril be then in the canker philosophical whimsy makes in a divinity’s soul.  Let’s off to meal.

Scene 2

Oeanea

     Oh, the world is a gaping cancer wound- my world, Phaedra, she is my world, and she is lost to delierium.  She refuses food, and yet remains plump, but her face is a wasting like an autumn leaf flaking away to harmonies of dusk.  What harmony yet in her regality as she lilts to a soul’s genocidal whim.  Is it a whim this despair she throws herself into as into a Scylla and Charabda.  She throws herself about the ceremonial hall with a formality of pomp, what forbearance yet in her shattered state.  Yert can we lift her ashen face from ghost’s narrow cove, from the shadow cast of within ghost’s caves.  What can we do?


                                                            Servant


     I haven’t heard yet of this the Queen’s despair until but a half-hour ago, how she seems to hover above her sick-bed like a spent phantom, how she moors herself within tempests of deathly fervour.  In the din of ecstacy is her mind caught within the deafening roar of doom-bells chanting their sonourous echo of colours gross.






Phaedra walks in.

Phaedra

     My tears are ornaments to my shame.  They glisten like crystal optics to amplify the image of my hear’s deepest marrows of darkness, of my heart’s cavernous inwards my tears glisten like jewels in a dwarve’s mine, to display my shame within the mire-encrusted caverns of my heart with the crying heavy lids of jewels glowing, like eyes in a cave, the cave my conscience, my conscience full of eyes like teardrops, my shame awash with blinding sight, the sight of my confessions, my confessions to my closet, my mirror, my pillow, all my willowy voice bending to the marshes of its gurgling rhapsody of woe, my drowning voice, drowning as it confesssess to the props of my solitude.


                                                            Oeanea


     Oh, heavens, what is this self mourning like one would be lost in the rocky cliff faces of a waterfall of grief.  You collapse before me.  What confessions are to blindly sheet-lightning in their heartstricken to the doom bell chime, what confession strikes the hour of a clock whch knows the strings of your heart like its own wirrs and cogs.    Is there any confession you can bestow upon me for my forgiving eye  to settle with compassionate heart-lightening sorrow and commiseration for all-too familier sin.  Your sin-sorrrow meets my own familiar bedfellows of my familiars, my emanations of sin which enact in imagination all that has cast down upon itself a a compassionate eye of night, the moon, the pale light of pale knowledge.   The moon nods and winks at our sins cast under a nightime spell.  What of your sins, the marrow’s weed of your confessions, it is but a night’s toy, your malefaction.

  Phaedra

     Not such as this.  Oh, that a hunter’s chariot should uproot my sins from  my heart under the bliss of night- Oh, what did you say, Oeanea, your praise o f nightimes sin-casting ardour, you plunge my soul into a demon’s ecstacy, into the realm of the very demon of night itself.   My words follow yours into the depths of Tartarus.


                                                             Oeanea


     What have I said?  Did I inflame you mind to thoughts of Artemis’s revelries?  I apologise, my thoughts are arrows too much hewn to the curve of Artemis’s thigh, at which she presses the bow when she bends it taut against her body.  The nightime silver glistens against her skin, the skin of the naked huntress, like a coffin’s gleam, the moon sharpening its winking gaze upon her silken skin..


                                                            Phaedra


     Oh, do you torment me with visions of wildernesses, reticient in soul’s manner, of twilights shifting their pace through curtains of night?  This is the realm of Hippolytus, despiser of daylight’s cheery glean of cheery message, Hippolytus of sad midnight casts, of meloncholy philosophy, of lackadaisical whimsy of observation..


                                                            Oenea


     Hippolytus, and what is he?


                                                            Phaedra


     He is- the very weeping gash of my heart, the very motive of my mining with doeful eye into my heart’s burrowing corners, the very slant of my heart’s gaze into itself is his bow and arrow’s bent.


                                                            Oeanea


    Hippolytus, what are you saying?  Hippolytus, he is- your confession?


                                                            Phaedra


    He is the very ocean of my remorse, my passionate, weening remorse- my love’s remorse.


                                                            Oeanea


     Oh, what do you say!  Hippolytus, no!  Oh, wickedness!  To seek on ever foreign soil for oh most familiar love.  Hippolyus is a wilderness’s dream, a lover and bestower of enchantments.  He serves the naked huntress’s willl to keep in heavy-lidded privacy our dreamtime revels.  But this love for a doer of holy deeds is as a sullen, sinister whisper into your domestic closet.  He is encloacked within the cursed veneer of family.  He is a familiar visiter of your domestic haunts.  Oh, my very words are contaminated with her shadowy aftereffects of connotations.  What infection has bred in our house?

Phaedra

      What infection is done.  You have closed your doors upon me.  I will say no more.


Scene 3


Aphrodite enters

Aphrodite

        I feel  the world sucking my heart inside itself.  I am becoming a reckless, chaotic force of the world; all of my superfluous diversity of elements are in worldly terms an anarchy of phenomena.  I become the world’s war with itself, become its desperate grasp for the ghost of its own impulses.  When my heart became the world, the world became the fuel of my passions.  The world is become the architecture of my passions; thus I molded the world to serve the natural inclinations and ambition of them  I can only perceive the world as something otherworldly.  To serve my own natural personage, I made it serve otherworldly themes and purposes. I wrench the world as I wrench my heart.  To me the world is a kind of surface essence. 
      I feel Phaedra in a a sense become the the otherworldly being I can only see the world itself as.  I feel somehow all of my own wrenching activity embroiling in Phaedra.  Phaedra is my own situation, my own precise positioning of myself, in the world.  Phaedra is the self-destructive contradiction of my own being.  Phaedra devotes herself to an otherworldly virtue.

Later scene, not sure which number


                                                            Hippolytus


     Oh, what has made a hellish maw  of the moon, made wilderness hideous, made the creatures of the night into minions of hateful imagary!  What has she told me?  Something which invades Artemis’s sanctuary, invades Artemis herself, like a wolf made rabid, betraying its inner marrow of paternal kindliness.  What weening sense of Aphrodite’s taste is this?  A taste for lewd fashioning of human nature.  I feel the night howl with lewd betrsayal, the reetchy kiss of family persecutes the dewy bliss of clearsighted night!


                                                            Oeanea


      Oh, Hippolytus, I didn’t mean to evoke the tempests of your ardour.  I merely thought to bring all sins or thoughts of sins within the purifying sanctity of Artemis’s temple.  She would forgive.


                                                            Hippolytus


      When she herself most tender to the night must walk now in trepidation of a blood-soaked moon born from the taint which I bring to the ethereal mists of night’s cast.  I – I am the blame.  I am at guilt for crying shame upon the wilderness.  I who have not yet wrenched myself free from the pernicious loyalties of family.


                                                            Oeanea


     Oh, be discreet yet.  It is only between us.


                                                            Hippolytus


     The day must expunge the night’s guilt.


                                                            Oeanea


     I plead with you, by the kissing death of oceans- dear man, be quiet!




                                                            Hippolytus


     Do not touch my raiment with your scandal scent of death!  You shall not touch my royal person!


                                                            Oeanea


       By the ship’s anchors of gods, have pity!  Don’t pass on what I told you in direst secrecy.  It would destroy me.
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    What I told you was not for all ears, not for public inquest.

Hippolytus

     Words of honesty, as you avouched your words, should not be caught in nets of silence.  Let all hear.


                                                            Oeanea


     Do not weather the ancient margins of oaths by reneging on the one you swore me,


                                                            Hippolytus


     My lips swore.  The oath does not anchor my now-horrored heart.  All oaths are dismissed.  Oh, this plague upon Artemis’s sanctity contaminates all oaths and throws them into the oceans.


                                                            Oeanea
      What would be your will?  The destruction of a friend by Theseus’s marriage.


                                                            Hippolytus


     Friend?  God forbid I should brook such friendships.


                                                            Oeanea


       Yet  forgive!


                                                            Hippolytus


     Forgivenesses are rendered moot.  All horror’s moon has sunken into the epochs of times ancient spent, for all ancient sins have been rendered afresh as daisy’s grown from rot.  Begone.


Later scene
           
                                                            Phaedra


     Oh, what have you done, Oeanea?  Your- oh God, Hippolytus will bring a
Roman temple of day crashing down upon my private shame, my private confessions now the prey of a hunter’s chariot.  Hippolytus knows!  Oh Gods!  How could you blow to the winds of Artemis’s wilderness, the wilderness encased within Hipppolytus’s lonely heart, my horrible deranged conscience of tempest’s love.  Hippolytus now believes all of Artemis’s realm tainted by my love’s twisting courses of nature’s perverse fancy.”

                                                            Oeanea


     Oh, forgive me!  I believed Artemis’;s heart would within his flow, and whiten and sanctify all sin encroaching .  I hoped his sense of the scales of familial injustice would so gain mercy astride his horse’s gallop, not that injustice’s scales would be capsized by an avalanche of shadow passion within Hippolytus’s royal persona of shadow’s scales merit.  Oh, my words are all in chaos.  His passions is black, his royal person is a shadow who bears scales of injustice by his passions of night.


                                                            Phaedra


     You horrific womb of treachory, see what you have brought down upon my house!  May Zeus who brought me up from the blasts of time blast you to death with fire and grind you to dust!  Did I not attempt to ward of the dangers of public ignomony to pre-empt your indiscreet vales of speech toward Artemis’s purity fo r forgiveness of all sins, did I not forbid you to speak a word of it into Artemis’s wilderness of shadows, a single word of what now pulls me by chariots naked as death through the mire.  You spoke and your reason robs any hope of an honourable death.  Now- some new plan.  Hippolytus, casught in the tempests of his outrage, will carry your treacherous words to his father and indict me.  He will fill the landscape of the kingdom with tales of the derangement of family.  Curse you!  Curse all such friends in office who offer their beneficience toward the ruining of their mistresses virgin soil of discreet regality.


                                                            Oeanea


    My lady, I have done you wrong; you may well blame me.  The wound pricksm, and overcomes you jeudgement.  Yet, if you’dlll listen to me, I can speak for myself.  I nursed youl  I am your friend;  I treid to find a a remedy for your troulbe;  and I was unllucky.     With better luck,             I would habe been called a wise woman,  after all, wisdome is only haaaappening  to guess right. 

Later scene


                                                            Phaedra


     My own perverse transgressions are to be made an open display only to the secrecy of Theseus’s private heart.  I will be my last claim on Theseus, on my husband.  He will be the final trasncripter of all my fear-woven perversity, all of which will become his private conscience, his guarded tomb within himself.  Theseus will become the true tomb of my heart, of my whole soul itself.  It will be by the fibres and delicately pernicious weaving of his conscience that my salvation will be articulated into law.  His conscience, by its will and by its law to protect the privacy of what it contains, will become the authority of my salvation.  Theseus will become my guardian of my honour.
     Hippolytus’s righteousness casually inverts all postures of this world, all names and desigation of status ware propped by him on a a stage to esubjected to an exposure o their supposed stagey nature, to be transformed to artifice, to be paled into awkward stage props, into things with no posture of their own.  I feel myself already turning to artifice.  I feel it in my sensations.  It is by the dictates of Hippolytus’s present social instincts, by the inevitable intentions of his righteousness.


                                                                        (pause)


       The destruction of my identity in this world is the only basis for any future action on my part.  The public shame implies only suicide as its honourable requisite- the expungement of  the will of the offending organ, the decay of the root of social corruption, but the sin itself yet kept undisclosed to public propriety .  The sin feels within myself undivided from his own nature, such is the invasion of his persecutions. 


                                                            (pause)


     The exposure of the peculier sin to public propriety will however be his indiscretion, his transgression against social decorum.  I resolve to affirm it so.  He will be known as indiscreet where I am modest and chaste in manner; the transgressions will be appropriately divided to their actors.   (She sits down to write)  All of the poisonous fantasies of my heart will conglomerate into my last testament written finally upon tablets to Theseus, all of my confession, all of the dark abysmic nature of my reality, of my horror rendered invisible to all by my practiced decorum.   (She reads out loud as she writes)  “Ah, Theseus.  What horrors laden within my heart can brook this tragedy.  My heart has become an encrustation of horrors.  I cannot feel where or whence the invasion ends and I begin.  The invasion is an abyss within me, has hollowed out my feeling, rendered me within myself a corrugated mass.  Did you detect a soul within me as I busied about the house   It was but the effective imposture of soul much practiced by me.  Oh, Theseus, he!  The he.  He heightens all to a purity of a thing’s essence.  He has an eye for the essence of all things.  He brought me to my essence.  He made me pure to my essence, made the outward consciousness the inward cravings, seekings and burrowings, all within myself that burrowed deep within depths I’d just as well have let bury themselves to my vision, all these depths of instinct he brought all my senses and sensibilities to an attuned comprehension of.  He made me comprehensive of myself.   He brought me to the horrors of self-comprehension.  He’d invaded me, had brought me to the impulse of devouring myself.

Later scene


                                                            Hippolytus


    Father, I heard you outcry and came at once.  What troule has caused your distress I do not know; bu t I wish you would telll mel… OO!  What odo I see?  It is you rwife , Father= deeead!  Dead?  How is it possible?    I had only just left her’ a  short time ago she was  alive/!  What has happenned to her?  How did she die?  Father, I am asking you to tello me!  Will you njot speak?   This is no time to be silent!!  I kkkknnow that to o insist out o f season on eing told everythingis called idle curioustity;’  but I am a friend=- something more than a friend.  Surely , Father , you shoujd not hid trouble from me!!


                                                Theseus


    Ohe, the futiloe folly of men!  Why do they teach arts innumerable, contrive and search outut every other thing, when on knowloeldge they cannot win,one quarry they ahave not caught, the skill to teach wisdeom to the brutish.


                                                            Hippolytus


      He would certainloy be a clever instructor who coulod drive sense into a fool.  But., Fatjher,. This is not the time for philosophical discourse.  Sorrow, I fear, is making you talk wilodly.


                                                            Theseus


     Oh, there should be somewhere a touchstone of human hearts, which men could trust to tell them the truth about their efriends, who is loyal and who treacherouls;.!   Every manj should have twop voices, the one truthful, the other natureal, aos that his lying voice might brefuted by the true and we shouod not be duped.

                                                            Theseus


     Hippolytus, the embodied will of Artemis, was predisposed to make of Phaedra’s name a toy, to make her one of the creatures of the wilderness, within which he himself hovers as a reckless, disembodied virture.  He is the virtue of the wilderness, the purifying virtue.  He is the wilderness which disentangles and unweaves all enmassed and enmeshed convolutions of human foibles into crystalline virtue.  He is the relentless discoordination which translates anything to virtue.
       He would make of Phaedra’s name a wilderness.  Phaedra losing all postures by which to hold herself up.  Her suicide was perpetrated in the name of continual decorum, a decorum which is alien to Hippolytus.  It is the one transgression Hippolytus has to his name: his moral disrespect for decorum.  His will to make of Phaedra a funny, perverted toy is in itself a clear outlining, the clear articulation, of his own sin, of his will to perversity.  He is revealed as one who plays with toys, as one who teased Phaedra into a toyish figure.  The outward manner of his morality stands contrasted and clashed against the outward manner of hers.
    The predatory heart is the home promised to the anylitical faculties, the heart which hseeks to bite and chew and tear pieces out of the world.  The ravishing, devouring intellect which seeks to claw and raze the whole expanse of the world, the devouring intellect which requires as its mate a heart that seeks to ravish the world, Artemis’s heart, a heart to bleed the world, to tear bleeding gashes into it.  A heart that seeks to conquer the world, to subject it to a massacre, to feed all of its own impulses into the world.  Hipppolytus has acquired all of Zeus’s reckless wiles. 
       She has made herself the coffin of my heart, an earthern testament of my soul.  Her conscience had become the enclosed coffin of all the bursting, waayward sexual straining and exertions of a relentless god, of the god’s heart that gorund mrotal s through itself.  My son had implanted a wilderness within my wife’s conscience, all the overcrowded sins within her heart.
       
                                                           
Later scene




                                                            Aphrodite


     In anylizing my complicated relationship with Phaedra,  I feel myself immobilized in a disconcerting manner.   In pursuing death, Phaedra feels all her virtuous passions coinciding with themselves in perfect harmony.  She will be overmasked with death.  Death will be the mask of virtue.  It will make her impermeable, chaste, unscrutinizable.  Her death would make her a permanent fiction.


                                                            Phaedra


     Hippolytus heightened me to my essence. 


    
       Is Artemis, the dream essence, the most consummate, meticulous articulater of tragic drama?  I s dramatic tragedy the ritual o fher priestesses, the ritual the oice of which was in greaes proximaty to her beating heart.  The meticulous ritualo of tragedy is the ritual of her own heart, is its sensation of itself.


           

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Ares and Apollo...

Ares:  .. the dimes are winning .. the dimes are winning.. we are marchi' n them all along the dimes..

Apollo:  ... the ir ire ire is pain in the dimes.. dimes have soil pain inside them...

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Apollo:  I always wondered what was inside a dime..

nude hera walks in..

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Apollo: .. - he is grave and silent - 

ares: .. and I suppose I am going to be blamed for all this...

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Apollo: .. the dogs.. will be careful..

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ares:  - gravely - perhaps I am to blame.. the war in the Persian gulf has begun.. Bill Clinton is now president...

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Ares:  .. the dimes are winning .. the dimes are winning.. we are marchi' n them all along the dimes..

Apollo:  ... the ir ire ire is pain in the dimes.. dimes have soil pain inside them...

ares: .. dimes are like donuts.. donuts with peanut butter cream woven inside them like ancient good double chocolate cookies..

Apollo:  I always wondered what was inside a dime..

nude hera walks in..

nude hera:  .. iiii ammm stormin' norman'.. the gulf war original version was MY project.. MINE.. NOT Zeus's.. we were supposed to bomb the people AS WELL as the infrastructure.. Zeus is way WAYYY too focused on property damage.. I do collateral..

Apollo: .. - he is grave and silent - 

ares: .. and I suppose I am going to be blamed for all this...

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Apollo:  I am going to have to take responsibility for the first Persian gulf war..

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Apollo:  it's my thing now.. I sent dogs to sweep for underground mines.. to detect the mines underground like hector the detector..

nude hera:  WHAT??!!.. my minfields.. my sweet minefields like sweet nectar seeds in my nourishing agriculture.. the dogs won't damage my precious mines will they...

Apollo: .. the dogs.. will be careful..

nude hera:  weep weep.. I hope so.. I hope so..

ares:  - gravely - perhaps I am to blame.. the war in the Persian gulf has begun.. Bill Clinton is now president...

nude hera:  WHAT?!!!




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   end opening narration of "wonder Woman", starring nude megan d. Iseult and her sisters nude gale.. her sister's nude megan.. her sisters nude megan gales as wonder woman... and hanno likul... as nude Diana...



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alberitch:  peter.. Dinklage?.. is that his name..