[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

Regarding this time of pointing at each other's noses and yelling at each other, I can't remember who threw the saliva on the other's face first.

He squeezed his lower lip hard, which I suppose would help his health and self-production of saliva.The hem of the worn-out jacket was still weakly moving, and after I finished speaking, he stretched out his index finger and poked my chest hard.

"You're fucking hopeless, Gardner," he said.

a bit.

"If you can't put your mind to it and listen to me, there's no point in telling me this shit—" he said.

Twice.

"Guardian, Green Lantern, what are you doing when everyone is trying to figure it out."

Three times.

"Am I right that you're harboring dangerous people for him to build you a big nuke, oh of course I'm right," he said.

He said fuck me off.That's what all the words mean.

Then you impeach the bad Green Lantern of the parallel universe.I said, and then reached out and slapped his hand away, scaring away some bird next to me.This is the first few days that John has not been heard from, let me be honest, the blueskins have given themselves a few days off for a few days when he was missing!

When I yelled out the last sentence, a few office workers who walked not too far from the side of the road to have lunch glanced at me with their small eyes. The wrinkles on their foreheads could kill XX beetles.In their briefcases are pills to keep their cholesterol down and something to make their dicks firmer and prevent premature ejaculation.

Jordan let out a long snort through his nostrils, a bit like a beast unleashed in the Colosseum, which reminded me of Parallax and his toothy friends.

He pursed his lips to lick his wet hair and chapped lips, I remained silent.

"John is not missing. He sent us something, which proves that his ring still has energy and is not in danger for the time being." Hal took half a step back, he turned slightly sideways and looked away from my face Rub your temples with your right hand resting on your head.

You see, you said temporarily.I said that it is much better to do something meaningful than to be the support group of the utopian chairman.

"So that's why you generously accepted a dangerous powerful person from a parallel universe."

It's you.I said.

"not me."

Of course you.I shrug.

He looked unhappy, like a half-fly in one of those extra bites of russet with mushrooms and sour cream.

Hal Jordan was against me, he was against me pretty much the whole time.But I need the coordinates he provided—because I know he must have the coordinates when the next parallel time and space gate opens. They don't want to risk themselves to face the fear of the unknown, but shrink in their own territory and compare every penny.

Someone has to go.

I need to get that "secret file" in exchange for John Stewart's reunion.

But Hal turned me down, he was infused with strange energy by those guardians, and probably put John on the same level as most green madmen in the universe.

It's a sense of honor, for the country, and for the planet.

We can never be the same.

Then he said that I was also a lunatic, the kind that should have been thrown into a psychiatric hospital, tied to a bed, gagged and given a sedative injection.

But I'm still very grateful that someone is willing to follow me. After all, as a red lantern demon, I can't talk about hatred, they just still don't like the willpower that glows green.

Of course, except for the power ring who was deceived by a little trick of mine.

We always have no reason to hate anyone, anything, or even hate.

Tao Na may have slapped me, and I feel that she just slapped me, with her eyes and expressions, calm words and a calm attitude.I spent one night in Norway, and the temperature in her room actually couldn't maintain my normal temperature.

Hal Jordan's breathing was low and slow, like the sound of an old pipe organ.

In the next few minutes or more than ten minutes, we got into a small alley where no one would always pass by, in order to pave the way for the loss of control in the future.

Jordan punched me on the left side of the cheek. At that time, I didn’t expect that he would do something to me on the streets of Seaside City. His teeth broke the cells in the mouth, and the fishy-sweet smell was like cocoa powder filling the room. I was suffocated, and I subconsciously fought back the moment I fell to the ground.

Hit.

For your stand of faith.

said the voice.

Hal tripped over the leg sweep and we wrestled.The bones hit hard lumps and the monosyllables hummed from the throat, shouting curses.

Hit.

For your lonely self-esteem.

said the voice.

"Of course it is, because he didn't stick that big green barrel in your head and ask you if you fucking want to have sex again before you die!"

I turned over and covered Hal Jordan, and punched his beautiful nose bone. The pain in my hand bone couldn't press the blow that caused my left cheek to swell rapidly.His head was on one side, and we were like teenage high schoolers fighting over girls outside of school, wanting each other to die of pain.

Hit.

To prove your truth.

said the voice.

Canned laughter vibrates in the eardrums, and I, we, have always been just clowns.

"That time, yes, that time, Carol and I, and others. You never thought that I would appear in the scene you envisioned that day." I spit to the side, spitting blood Get to the ground," I said, "you better not go there, Star Sapphire, you better not go there! "But no one listens to me, you have always been self-righteous, curious and self-centered."

Hit.

For your great justice.

said the voice.

"What did she see?" I said, pinching the bottom of my neck with my fingers.

"Crackling, wheezing, heat, sweat, more, more, and all. It was a mistake that I would show up outside the door, thank God you guys would lock the door. What was her reaction to hearing you fuck a man Huh?" I looked down at him, trying to catch a concession in his eyes.

Jordan's face has turned green, an underripe apple.He threw me off him violently and got up in a panic, while I sat on the ground motionless.

The Flash, right?I said.

Hit.

For your supreme glory.

said the voice.

Sarcasm purely for the purpose of poking someone's wounds is vicious.You don't want to know everything about the people you love, Carol is a good example, she will eventually admit that she regrets walking down the hallway to the door of the most inconspicuous room that day.

Maybe at a certain wedding Hal Jordan attended, all the women in it were his old lovers.

And some men.

"If you want, I can watch you go to die with those red lantern demons." After a few minutes, he looked down at me again with his chin pointing at me, and the smell of sulfur dissipated a lot.

He's simply upset that I've wooed the Ringer, simply upset that I didn't turn him over to Batman, and simply upset that I didn't follow his orders like more Green Lanterns do.

He closes the conversation with a hell of a lecture and what he thinks is a highly contagious language.

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