Uma Thurman / Poison ivy: ..".. I would take a shotgun to my own soul and divide it like a fresh cantelope or watermelon fine if I couldn't bring peace and reconciliation between the star saphire corps and the Hawkwoman Cartel.. for I know very well to quote James Joyce that their can be no reconciliation where their has not been a sundering.. in a retrospective arrangement of affairs.. in a retrospective arrangement of affairs.. as if the Rapture would come before Revelations... and the age of Apocalypse and Aquarius.. and I am an antiquarian.. ahh.. how did Nietzsche.. I think.. define the antiquarian soul... I think.. Nietzsche said that the man or Roussau represents the natural, tribal man.. and I uma poison ivy pamela isley am a treu natural man of Renaissance Mediaeval and especially pagan mien.. i poison ivy am a natural man.. i poison ivy am a natural, tribal man of savage heart.. I am Nietzsche's Roussau man.. and in my quieter, more serene, gentlest alcohol champagne moments with most benign sprites of alcohol gentle nymph succubi alcohol Champagne has.. Chsshhaampp annyyyyyeeyeyeyeye... for as such of cool spring waters I bath my soul poison until i make a serene, gentle, angelic poison of the standing water.. and render myself poison ivy a transfiguration of pamela isley from Goethe's man to Blake's man.. if their was a fourth man Nietzsche could have mentioned it would be Blake's man, the man ivy poison who is so quiet and so bone-chilled paralyzed that he poison ivy breeds poison in himself thru his Buddhistic stillness and hence breeds a treu pagan, mediavel Saint Thomas Aquinus Apocalypse.. this would have been Nietzsche's man of Blake.. man of Blake.. perhaps like a certain Joker I know.. and most of all I am Nietzche's definition of Shopenhaur's man.. to quote James Joyce... no one IS anything.. a magnificiently dour, depressed, treu melancholic clinical depression haunts Shopenhaur's man poison ivy.. a grand, operatic, Wagnerian dissillusionment where teh world falls into shadows.. the world de-materializes, crumbles, decays, evaporates into greye's sackcloth dust.. all illusions are gone.. the bubbles are out.. and you me sponge poison ivy, having sucked in and sponge absorbed all the world's favours and trinkets and money and treasures.. you sponge poison ivy.. squeezed.. shall be dry again.. and shall be Shopenhauer's man.. a poison ivy man of grand decay and shadows of Wagnerian Dissilusionment in Lovecraftian autumn towns of decay.. a true House or town of decay for Poison ivy uma thurman.."
script monologue for Uma thurman's.. Kate moss's..?.. Poison ivy written by Scott Snyder-II...
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