Krypton is wilderness is confusion is a call a hearkening to the confused mass of Superman's soul.. for Superman's soul is Krypton... and he is the dichotomy of Clarke Kent / Superman.. he is a division of the two and that division is Krypton... he is caught in a prison dungeon network between being Clarke Kent and Superman and this between is the catch-all.. for he is handcuffed to himself Superman / Clarke Kent is and no chains will hold him his division of brech of promise.. a retch soul he is.. he is a wilderness of Krypton.. a treu dungeon wilderness is the core kryptonite of Superman's soul.. a sliver of self he is and perpetually in the margins and he is Clark.. and he knows himself.. Not at all.
.. Superman knows himself very little and this margins of his state is a sequined soul of Krypton death warmed over.. an oven furnace is his heart a Valentine division... a blackness contains his sul and his soil of self is the pure furnace of agriculture's moist like a macrobiotic diet for Kent.. and this is Krypton and this is no Smallville for when he is in smallville he is sure of himself.. and he knows who he is when he is in smallville.. but he Clarke Kent rather hates Smallville.. he rather hates the smallness of smallville for he is meant for greater, more ambitious things.. He is meant for Metropolis and Metropolis is his Victoriana, no smallville..
Medysa, Clarke knows, Medusa is Smallville, Clark knows..
Clarke always had a fear of snakes and his being recoiled from them.. for snakes were symbols of fertility to Clarke Kent and thus they were against his glucose-free or macrobiotic diet, tomatoe, tomato.. He was a stoic man and a pythagorian was Clarke Kent and no friend of snakes.. and he also disliked women's hair..
The weaving of the Centuries was Clarke's charter and task... a trask self to himself.. but he was in competition with the Medusa Network over this.. for the Medusa Network spanned a whole century and it was the Twentieth.. the Twenty-first beckoned, a treu call away.. like Bells and Chambers and Edgar Allen Poe.. a pit and the pendulum was the twenty-first Century and he Clarke Kent would have none of it.. he would stay in the twentieth and conquer the Medusa in his sul.. the agriculture in his own sick swimming soul was Medusa.. and he sought it vain to conquer.. drums played mongelingly in his soul.. and it was a network of tribal, jungle drums that played in within his Superman's soul and this was his sonar Krypton wilderness... for sound was all Krypton Superman knew and he could hear the sounds of silence of earth.. he could hear the sounds of the silence of the soil Superman could and he knew this was his Medusa... a soil Medusa it was..
Superman's strength was in his hair... and this was a strength of the fertility of the soul of the soi of the sol of the Kryptonian Red Sun.. a Red Green Sun it was and it mixed a purple in Superman's soul.. death death death among the violents.. a Wolff man he Clarke Kent was. Forevermore. Quoth the Raven..
Fin Chapter two..
of "Justice League versus the Uncanny X-men" written by Ridal Asklepios...
.. medusa ...
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