[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

Back in time, I was standing in the warehouse facing the trembling Ringmaster.

I feel like I'm in a business, like choosing whether to buy some Ted Bundy-endorsed brand of rope to kill myself depends entirely on whether I really want to die.

You stay in a world that presupposes the existence of time and do everything you want to do and think it's worthwhile.

imprisoned by time.

Drawing the boundaries cleanly allows you to determine what is right and what is wrong.Hal Jordan said a long time ago that The Ring is a big asshole, and now I have to decide what to do with this big green fairy in front of me.

If this is a collision of parallel universes, I want to use him to threaten the opponent to trade John.

Back in time, I stood in front of Sox and Blitz and denied the right or who was the murderer who took John Stewart.

Maybe you still want to subvert ABC, you still want shit to be served on the table like crispy turkey, and you are tired of red lights that mean no traffic, just because the rules and standards are set and never subverted.

It sounds stupid.

I never thought of handing him over to the Green Lantern Corps. The term made me feel tired. The chewing gum has been chewed for too long and it has become dross and tasteless. Even if I spit it out, my tongue feels so dry that I want to rub it with my teeth.

When I thought that in another world, I had the same adventure as Hal Jordan, and I started trying to win over this person.If they can do it once, they will definitely be able to do it a second time.

Finding a way to open the parallel world is the first step in finding John.

Back in time, I was sitting in DiPasquale'sItalianMarketplace&Deli in Baltimore, and the people around me threw all kinds of looks here intentionally or unintentionally.

You talk to the elders of the Indian monastery.

You dive in Bali.

You go skiing in Val d'Isère.

You go swimming in Porto Vecchio.

You have dinner with Hal Jordan.

You stay in a world that presupposes the existence of time and do everything you want to do and think it's worthwhile.

imprisoned by time.

Although I don't think talking and paying the bill will be the cornerstone of my successful relationship, and when I take off the light ring, I start to use the time to tie the rope to blame my hasty decision-the unarmed body is used to prove myself sincerity.

john.

Green Lantern Corps.

Power Ring.

parallel world.

I haven't gotten any useful information so far. The Green Lanterns are like a pyramid scheme, they disappear after one shot.

I used his talking time to think about what kind of decision I would make if I also appeared in the battle that opened the door to this world for the first time on Earth [-], all based on the premise that John didn't need to be rescued.

You stay in a world that presupposes the existence of time and do everything you want to do and think it's worthwhile.

imprisoned by time.

Back in time to Hal Jordan the Ringer aiming the green muzzle at my skull.

We think we'll be invulnerable by wearing a mask and tight suit, we think we're invincible until we're drowning in our own blood.

Kill me, and then you go to the prison that Batman and Superman found for you.I said.

The words made him put down his gun, and the materialized soul flew away. "No...you're right," he said, "I have to find a way to get back."

I stress again.You see, I'm no good to you dead.

In fact, the guy named Hal Jordan was just as unlikable as the Golden Pioneer.

I've been away from Justice League International for longer than Taona and I haven't seen each other, and I've considered flying to Norway because gradually I've become repelled by relying on the ring at times.

But that would take a long time, and I simply don't have that much time to waste.

I crossed my arms and walked towards the small log cabin standing in the snow. The leather of the jacket rubbed against each other as a way to warm the eyes. There was no moon, and the sky was so dark that the wood could blend into the background.

Tao Na.

Tao Na.

Tao Na.

I walked a step and recited it in my mind until I stepped on the stairs and knocked on the door with my finger bones and made a thumping sound.

Tao Na.I shout.

The screech of the river bird was as annoying as the tires rubbing against the ground when braking. I waited about seven seconds and yelled again, still no one answered.

As I was contemplating whether to stand here until dawn or open the door and go in, a voice came from behind me.

"build?"

I turned around and looked at her, Tao Na came from a not too far away, every footprint was a corpse that died in the heavy snow last second, it is more difficult to speak at this moment than not to scream when being kicked by the opponent.

I slowly lowered the two arms I held together, let the wind penetrate into the palm of my hand and caress every line with my loosened fingers, the heat of exhalation rose and disappeared, she walked, walked, walked, and stopped.

Peeling a whole orange can be like eating a brain.

Van Gogh was colorblind.

talk.

Say something.

The small light at the door was bright enough to illuminate her face clearly, and the cut on her cheek, which was obviously scratched by a sharp weapon, was still bleeding, sliding down the skin and dripping on the corpse of the last second.

Throat eyes were tucked into stones.

Molecules under the skin boil and explode.

Uh.

The board behind me was like a refrigerator monster, my jacket was blown through, then the shirt, two shirts, the vest, the skin, the musculature, through the chest and out.

I'm a statue, and the cause of my eyeballs about to burst is more likely to be burns than hypothermia.

What should I say.

Plop, plop, plop.

Swallow to allow the Adam's apple to slide.

Cold is a fire.

I begged the boards under my feet to give me a squeak to start my memory of what I thought when I might be dying, how I refused to go beyond and win the group.The wind covered my face from behind her, like a shroud. I was dead, and I might be dead at any time.

talk.

Say something.

click.

A branch broke off.

"Tona."

It took half my strength, and the slow step toward her took the other half.

"You are hurt."

I tried to wipe off the snowdrops on her face with my thumb, but she immediately reached out and shook my hand away cleanly as if trying to slap a fly on the dining table.

"You shouldn't be here, Guy," she said, lead in her voice.

we broke up.I took the next half of the sentence in my mind, and I knew she wouldn't say it.

The dead body under my feet scalded the soles of my shoes and the soles of my feet with the cold air. I looked into her eyes, the wrinkles between her brows, and the shaking white hair.Then she turned away from the road I was blocking and walked towards the small house lit up on the right front, her half-length hair swept to the tip of my ear, and passed me by.

Beep, chirp, chirp.It called again.

I turned around and hugged her abruptly.

puff.

The clothes made the sound of air being squeezed out.

She leaned forward a little.

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