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Superman, chapter 5

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Published: Oct 10, 2017

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Chapter 5

雀鷂

You’re not gunna tell me, that you had a bead on Superman, that you knew was real and you didn’t just imagine up. He’s not the man they say he is and he doesn’t make a lick of sense for anything other than some kind of an illusion. Who for? The rest of us. What’s sorting you out to the idea that these wars, could bring us back into infamy, a-.. . You’re talking like I don’t exist and there’s,
lots of people, kids, who don’t think their parents should really be exposed, to something like this; what, you are.. Who the hell is this? What’d you guys let in here? Why’s this happening to me, what the, hell are all you people,
You can’t, say that, sir. Hell to hell I can’t say what the hell, who the fuck is this?
I’m Superman, and I’m bored, by now, so who the hell are you? I can say that, I don’t work for anybody. You see that?
At least a double can figure the mantle right, you think?
You’re a book burner, and a liar, freak, I don’t know why you think you’re not going to jail.
Jail?! You think,
oh you think I lost my freedom of speech, do you? Well-
I don’t think, you can’t breathe? That’s difficult, isn’t it.. What’s going on? Do I breathe better, maybe, I can’t hear what you’re trying to say. What are you, anyway? Some kind of a police? Is that what you mean? I’m Superman, and that’s as easy as it gets, to understand, if you really did love the freedom of Americans, but you’re mandhandling them and I don’t like it,
moreover than that, you’re a pedophile waiting to happen, oh, Guys, can I lighten it up a little bit I don’t want,
to, to talk like he does, anymore... What exactly is a
I’m not, going to start mocking you, later on, if you ask me stupid questions like what, I need the attention?
I’m going to have to tell the rest of you at some point, so you’ll understand, what’s happened to me, already..
In the real world though I can only say this once, so it may as well be here. I can’t, live, in this world, without your help? I’ll die here. There’s too much kryptonite, that solid green stuff, that glows, no, not plutonium that stuff lights out around me. I’m talking about the meteor rocks. They can kill me. Why tell you a weakness? Because I’ll never not go into battle, when I have to, and I’ll die helpless on the floor in agony, just being around the stuff.
It can’t cut your skin, though, Superman, what are you going to worry about. See? Well I have seen, and you’re, you folks at home that howling you hear, I don’t have to get shot, to not want to, as it stands I burned him with his own gun. I have, heat ray vision, that’s invisible, to some, when I want to, but I have bright red laser blast eyes, too, so what sort of a robot, are all you?
No I’m not made of metal, but of steel. That’s not what you thought it was and let me explain the kana, to you, do you think? The katakana or the hiragana?
Are you some kind of a retardo, mister marionetto? Kana’s, a phonetic alphabet, and won’t be a different sound, for to spell, moron. O. See? Easy, broken language for us.. No, when, you take a soul, a silver,
that’s, worth, right? The kanji is, for silver. That’s ass, by the way, I can say that, right? I blow up buildings and airplanes almost never at all, and it’s easy, for me to do. Now the kanji for silver can be read ass, like pirates would say, ‘let’s cart some ass, boys,!’ crass things like that. Now I didn’t say anything but crass, and yet somehow you’ve gone and heard about ass more times than you cared to? I don’t go in much for censorship unless you’re intelligent, which you’re not being, right now, if you have the volume turned down so low you think I can’t control my voice for your house, anyway.. “Did you think it wouldn’t be easy? I don’t know, what you thought was happening, to sound equipment, but this show is an illusion. He’s, hypnotizing you and you can barely, even hear me? Get faster, or lie about how long it takes, or something sudden and shocking, is I can see through led but that isn’t true. I can’t feel kryptonite if it’s kept beyond led, and I can’t avoid it, and my enemies have, no idea what real led is, and yes, it’ll be a lot easier, for some of my friends, to find them, when they start trying to manufacture it, but I need all you to keep a much closer eye on Lex Luthor, than you’ve been doing; he scares the hell out of me, and I’m not, asking for much? It’s a lot. Your kids might, or, no, this is hell, remember, they will get called on to be brave, and that bravery could include running into a burning building, after me, their friend, because someone kept Kryptonite, one of your neighbors, did, and I got sick and dropped to ground zero clearance, without aid, just being around it, I say again? Yes.
If it’s behind a wall that won’t matter; it can kill me. I’ll scream though, but
if you thought it was okay to be scared of me, so much that you kept some, think about how many children you might end up killing one day, just because Superman couldn’t save anyone near you, but he tried to, anyway, and I died along with you, and monsters, forgot about you?
Now don’t hate all the rocks that glow, if you want, but I can’t tell you about anything but the green ones, and that my home planet I’ve learned, is called Krypton, and those rocks, from some kind of evil out there, or somewhere else, in the air, maybe, well it’s poisenous to everyone; I can sense it stronger, so it hurts worse? I don’t know. It can kill me. And yes, even a knife, could cut through my skin, if kryptonite were in the equation, nearby...
Do you want to know the answer, to the riddle though?
If I die, who’s left?”
God is, Superman, God’s left and you’re not all he sent to us. Is that so?
No, well, yeah, we have uh, well
There’s Israel, isn’t there? The angel, I mean... Where’s he? Just your world, or you learned I had one too, that one didn’t have God?
he just made this one? Well there’s,
god’s chosen, that’s, well you said children of Israel and that’s u- No I didn’t I said friends with Superman. Now which exactly, did you, have a secret identity, listed for? “Come again, what was that, Superman?”
“See that? I won’t let you finish, if you annoy me too much. Air’s tricky, huh? Silence, got something in you, with all that noise, you’re makin’?
No, I’m not only, Superman, but I’m always, Superman, even around the kryptonite? Well then I’m him too. Superman, the whole time,
but I could wear glasses and act like a dork, and you wouldn’t even fine me, even though that’s a word that means penis, only one that comes out, when you want to do it, fuck, I mean, and slides back where you keep it safe, sure enough, still acts like a dick though? Well, come on, function with us; we only ever liked dicks when they were attached to people we really liked also. And now I’m not a gay lord, and I’m not even, super gay, but surely, forget, once, that I wore tights today, but really, though, this is fireproof too, didn’t you notice? Sure enough, there’s a lot to do with reality you don’t see to understand, but there’s a world you couldn’t forget about yesterday, or here on the air today. Who are you, and why are you here?
Don’t ever ask what that means, and just say it? It’s the abomination believed, you could understand, and that there was a forbiddance or a fair warning against pansexuality, and that’s the idea that someone can mock up a real human carcass for you, and label it, or just toss it in the pan, like that lowlife child raper, that’s, exactly what I said, well that’s considered a part of mankind. That’s a pan; mankind, is.
As is womankind, also, a pan. There’s evil in both those things. I don’t lay with all mankind, as with womankind,
and hang on, put it reverse, I don’t lay with all womankind, as with mankind, for that’d be an abomination.
You’re gunna have to start intuiting language to some degree, by now. Shouldn’t it be over sex you were passionate about? If you talk to the old host of this show, who’s done for, I can tell, and you get to talking about sex,
well I can tell you he’s a monster and so it’s only rape he’ll ever be able to talk to you about. He doesn’t know what you are, human... So surely, like ritual slaughter was the aftermarket addition, we could believe that if people slaughtered, and they thought who, was where? Mind more that someone could hack me apart, while I’m screaming, and I’ll feel that too. That you left me, there, after all this? After love? After worlds we were living for?”
“Are you married, Superman?”
“I have no idea. Who are you?”
“There’s not a, super woman, then, there isn’t?” “Well who’s gay now... Sorry, guys, I gotta go. See that though? Oblivious, to everything I just said about god and matrimony, cuz he thought the moral thing, was
wedlocked sex. Do I look 14 to you? Act like a fag happy policeman, which is what you were doing, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is what gay means; oblivious, and about Sex and God, no less.”
“You sure you don’t, uh, you don’t know anything about Aphrodite, Superman?” “Who the hell is Aphrodite Superman,
where’d she pick that up from I thought I had that one figured out first.. Aphrodesiac, and deity, right? That’s what you through together there? Not the Superman part, I was makin’ fun of you still, for bein’ a banner initiated retard and you, you are, a member of the KKK, aren’t you? Ladies and gentlemen, this man bleaches his skin out, to stay chaste, I’m going to laser blast the camera, and then him, after you can’t see it any longer, take care...”
“That’s where it ends, he just keeps, talking? It’s a loop.” “What’ to say about it sir, what sort of a creature are you set to be looking after, if not him?” “Nothing You say, is going to change what he’s just done and it’s make believe, all of it.”
“Who says?”
“He didn’t make you believe in a single thing he was -“ “Yes, of course, playing with, endgames, again, surely’s the ritual, something something, what’s to say or do, about it all, then?” “I’ll have to figure that out but he said Israel, and that’s, not, a fucking thing, I was expecting to hear, today..” “Why what’s, Israel, got, the angel, you mean?” “Surely,” “It wasn’t Jacob though, was it, I know that one was mistaken, if
it wasn’t? You look sure,” “It’s him. He’s Jacob, That’s got to be it.” “You do know, this angel, Israel, then?”
“It’s gotta be him.” “What’s the other name, you were playing at, sir?” “Well it’s not Superman’s, it’s his brother’s. Heard of the nation, of Israel?” “Surely something akin to a church calling itself your state, so long
as they’re not church, without spirit and all, but the definition is still credo, you see, and not common sense, I hear.” “Common senses, I think. Yes.
Conveniently enough, Azrael, still works to clarify the angel, and not the credo district, or whatever we’re calling it.”
“What’s the,
well.. the name for Jacob I was venturing you had already, but, what, in the world, is kryptonite, to you?”
“Nothing like he said it was. Other than that, there are, other colors. Ever at all, and I’m getting, less, sure, that I need to be doing, this, like, this, except, this seems insane but I don’t..”
“Not, bleed, without some nearby?” “I don’t not carry kryptonite around with me, but it isn’t green, it’s blue. Or yellow, or red. It’s cool; I like it a lot, I have no idea what it does, except that the green rocks, are sickening, but I don’t have any of those around, ever at all.” “What’s the worry with death, for it then, all after this?”
“Lex Luthor.. That’s who I’m worried about.” “You think it would be, easy enough for him to procure, then?” “Very easy. But then, he’s not an idiot. He knows Superman didn’t tell them everything, and he’s gone and sent sickos mad for the stuff, and they don’t, know, their friends aren’t sicko too. The monsters, don’t, ever get, that they, actually, NEED, the humans do, the others, need, to love, and hope, forever. They’ll kill them all for it. And I don’t know what that kind of poison does to the mind. The stuff only stops glowing
when you aren’t thinking about it any longer..” “What’s the angel’s name, then? The other? Jacob’s, name, according to myth and lora?” “Lara, I’m pretty sure, was her name... or Lauren.. uh, oh, no uh, the, right,
Azaezul..”
“Azaezul the blue...”? he didn’t, not, know, what that name, meant.. In some reality, make believe, surely for it all... “No, just Azaezul, I’m pretty sure blue’s implied, by then. Van Helsing. Dracula. Alucard. Gabriel Belmont, evenly...”
“And what’s,
what, is, is Azrael, to Azaezul, then? To Dracula himself?” “That’s it, then,! I’ve gotta go, we find Dracula, we find Superman!” this,ROARingengine,er,er,this,liiiife,whorld, Out, siShhuueshsss this thisn this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n this’n