[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

When I was brushing my teeth in the morning, I found a shriveled dead bug lying in the tooth jar, and the area around the toothpaste cap was also hardened. I threw the toothbrush out and went out to buy a new one at the convenience store not far from the left turn. of.The next week I focused on fixing the sunken motorcycle piled in the backyard, helping the old woman next door catch her one-eyed tabby cat that had climbed up a tree, buying some new clothes, and spending time at the gym.I go to the library occasionally, and if someone happens to be calling at that time, I hate death metal and don't blame myself for forgetting to mute my phone.

"Now I have an exact copy," Hawley said.

There are five sinks in total, and there is a wall directly opposite. When I answered the phone, the man besides me was finishing his physical problems and tidying up his clothes. He leaned over from behind and glanced at me several times, then walked out swaggeringly.During this time, he began to notice that he had forgotten to zip his pants, and instead of glancing at me, he turned his back and took two steps towards the farthest wall with the note on the don't forget to flush.

There are always some men in this world whose movements are always so clumsy, taking coffee from the microwave or tying loose shoelaces, even the normal nine or so daily trouser-zipper actions can't be easily completed- put on, pee , shit, piss, piss, piss, piss, piss, take off.

"What noise—what are you doing, Guy?"

The man grabbed the waistband of his trousers with one hand, and the index finger and thumb of the other hand clamped the metal zipper and pulled it up desperately. His head was almost drooping into the crotch, but the movement continued. He made a sound that only a constipated person can make. He blushed and struggled with this innocent "door" in this not-so-spacious bathroom with only two people.

"I thought you were calling to discuss the visa." I pressed my hand on the mirror of the sink, and the man with his back to me was still tossing his pants chain.

There are also traces of disinfectant infiltrated in the cracks of the whole body bricks. Disinfectant is everywhere in bars that are only open at night, in the bathrooms of hotels or libraries, and in New York hospitals.The chandelier on the roof can also be seen from the mirror, there are six in total.There are white light bulbs in each round frosted glass cover, and there will be no windows in the bathroom, so they refuse to accept your nonsense all year round about the "hepatitis B" caused by throwing used condoms on the toilet seat because there is not enough light source Virus scare,” which reminds me of some planet John and I have been to, where the inhabitants have a self-sufficient light on their heads, kind of like the common black devils of the Atlantic*.

bother you for something.I think I got it right, Jordan was here for the blue light ring, he was choking on the word "work" when he was dating Carol or something.Most of the time he always catches the public transportation, runs all the way towards the butt of the car, finally takes a mouthful of tail gas and stops panting on his knees, and then he is late because he missed the last bus to the company— —Hal Jordan likes to be late not only for work.

"Okay, ok, ok—why don't you ask for it from Sunwalker, who looks more like a mass-produced meaty queen ant." I turned to face the wall, leaning against the wall. Hearing the noise pouring into his right ear by the sink, the "pants chain boy" was about to burst into embarrassment.

"The ring is repelling him, and the Legion needs new blue lights to fight a war they can't lose," he said. "This is by no means alarmist."

Oh, but what does it matter to me?I asked him, and then there was silence on the phone, not even the electrical sound of signal interference.

From the third time I put on the red ring, Green Lantern was no longer about me.A ring is an energy; a color is a belief, and like the fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, history secretly hides them to protect those people's beliefs, even though most people will sigh when they hear about their practices.It is tantamount to the mother holding her little daughter in her arms and telling her "don't be afraid, we are just going to a more beautiful home" when the planet is destroyed.I would not choose to live in a universe that requires me to sacrifice my innocent life to survive, but for that disaster, I saw my face in her gentle eyes, but I could only leave a back view for the entire planet.

"Boom—"

Then he exploded, and the shock wave sent me further away.

"This means visual communism. What you see is yours." These were the last words I said before I hung up the phone. It's like a shit stick on the ground, I'm tired of playing."

The "pants chain boy" gave up, and before I finished the ending, he went out desperately clutching his crotch, and the zipper fell on the bathroom floor.When I left there too, I saw an uninvited guest with big golden waves and curly hair sitting on my seat from a long distance away.

"Now I have the exact same one," Holly said, lowering her voice to me as she stood up and shoved the headset into my lap, just like she did the first time she gave it back to me. Exactly the same movement, "I knew it was yours as soon as I saw the earphones thrown on the table."

"That's bad," she added.

Holly is the hottie I met in the audience because of this headset.When I met her in the library she looked more surprised than I did.She will ask me why I also read books, she thinks superheroes are busy saving the world, running through the sky to solve the earth's troubles, people just stand there and pray for help and they will be saved, it's a magic spell, But there is no fixed rhetoric.However, watching the football game has already made her incredible, but I appeared in the library again.

Superheroes are human too. I'm not Kilowog. I only eat cooked food, and I have no interest in cockroaches.

"Do you have time to have a meal together?" After I walked out of the library, I got fresh air again, the feeling of the sun shining on my body through the ozone layer, and the magical wind.Her generous invitation caused the blackness around the eyes to make the blue eyeballs look more translucent, like glass balls soaked in distilled water.

I'm going to buy Acetol, Amethalone, and Tonol are fine too, but the insomnia is just a symptom of something more serious.

She felt sorry, but compared to the last time she came here she asked for my phone number this time, and I also kept hers. People call this fate, but it is actually just an excuse to get to know you.If you found a small alien monster on the interstellar battlefield that you encountered more than three times in the same week, would you say to him, "We are really destined, brother" and then ask him for a sector coordinate.

Some people don't expose it, some people pretend not to know.

As I was walking home, I counted the number of people in the street who looked like they had no idea what to do, and decided that if it was an odd number, I would reject Jordan's request.First of all, I should find the four-walled transparent unlocked glass box that I put in the innermost drawer. I need the red ring inside instead of blue, nor orange, yellow, pink or cyan, and not green—I put it with Save the beer for Kyle.

I was actually distracted on the count to sixteen by a little shop selling cupcakes filled with cream, and by the time I came back I wasn't sure if I missed the next number.

Therefore, I set the last item of the arithmetic sequence as 24, which is completely unfounded.

"*A deep-sea fish called the deep-sea anglerfish, found in the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Oceans."

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