[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

The first time I heard them talk about the parallel universe code-named three was from Jordan.

Even though universes are called universes, parallel universes are not the same.This is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened. The connection between the universe and the universe makes you see exactly the same self again and again. They like to make such jokes.

You're stealing that pearl necklace in the window.

You're getting kicked in the ribs with black shiny leather toes that look like caramel.

You're taking your dick out of your pants and rubbing it greasy at someone.

Everyone has the possibility to change the world you live in, and your choices affect other people all the time.

You can be a failed Olympic diver, a first violinist, a reporter most people hate, or someone who does nothing.You live, or die, affecting your world.

Because you are part of the world.

"The Justice League is not much different from our members. But the name is just a code name, and the appearance, figure, preferences, and popularity are just to make it easier for you to be remembered, described and distinguished when you exist. They are only Will be an adjective added before your name." Green you, red me, yellow him."Genes are one of the many things that make you who you are," Hal said.

Different worlds but same us, right?I said.

Hal Jordan doesn't always look so serious when he talks to me, he flies beside me, and then dodges to face the meteorite that appears.

We execute orders from the Guardians in the center of the universe.

"It's different." Hal never looked at me directly, he stared at the large meteorite from far to near, and I couldn't see the expression hidden under the mask.

"For example," he said, "their world has the Fast, and our world has the Flash, and they're not alone."

Oh.

"Actually, it's just as hard for us to change the world," he said, turning to look at my face.

Oh.

I was going to say no, it's not hard at all.But when I opened my mouth, I said, "Yes, it is difficult. Changing the world is more difficult than shutting up journalists in the United States who cannot grasp the direction of public opinion."

I would say we are part of the world.

I want to say that changing the world is premised on changing ourselves.

I want to say change yourself, when everyone tries to lose their old habits, their rules, the world will change.

But I said, "Looking at the earth in the universe is like being on the top of the Alps and not seeing the boulder below. Be your own Maxwell elf, but you will always be your own Maxwell elf."

I would say that when you choose not to show up at the coffee shop you go to every day this afternoon, you change the world, the coffee shop owner's world - he loses a share of the money.

And I said, "It's like making superheroes more responsible than normal people for everything, even if they forget about the coffee that's gone cold in the microwave, you're not doing it right. Everyone thinks so, then The high hat we put on our heads makes it an obligation to uphold all justice."

If you still want to change the world in a more unique way, you can do it with a fart.

If there are people around, they will notice the changes in the world.

The world stinks.

If you happen to have other people with indigestion next to you, they may be comforted to fart along with you. One after another, those who run away from you at first will have to admit to the world more and more because of the movement of the farts. really changed.

At this time, the world has become more stinky.

Finally I came to a conclusion.

You are right, Jordan.

I say.

Changing the world is hard.

"Here we are." The conversation ended with my approval and resignation, and he flew down toward the planet first.

You will die on the floor, in the park, in the urn, in the cemetery, and after you die, there will be such a line on your tombstone: A person who strives to change the world and strives to change himself people.

Then he failed.

It never fails to strike me as odd to discuss these things with Jordan, as if I'm not talking to Hal Jordan but to Balzac and Pasteur.

I threw the green ringer beside the pool of blood, and with Sox's dull yell, he shrank back, shrank, shrank, and stopped until there was no more land to move behind his buttocks.

"Please...don't hurt me..."

"If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can't believe that Green Lantern can do evil in a parallel universe!" Sox stared at my face but stretched out his short disproportionate arm and pointed at the side of the pool of blood the ringleader.

I said: You should get used to this, but fortunately the person standing in front of you is still a man.

"A long time ago, I always thought that the Red Lanterns were bad, and the Sinestro Corps were bad. Now I want to add a premise—before I see these Green Lanterns!" Sox raised his voice, and the people behind him Blizzard walked towards Hal the Ringer, bent over halfway with his hips akimbo, and carefully looked at the face that was exactly the same as Jordan's. The latter covered his face with his arms and tucked his shoulders.

He added: "Also, I don't think Red Lanterns are bad at all now, uh. It's been a while."

"Hal Jordan?" she asked.

It's the Ringer, Sox.I said that the definition of Ringo and Green Lantern are far apart.

"Whatever he is—what the hell is going on here," Sox asked me.

Because asking questions always hides yourself behind listening.Ignorance and ignorance have turned into humility and studious, and they will have to pay the price for your shallow knowledge.

Blizzard didn't wait for the answer she wanted, and a few seconds later, she suddenly bared her teeth intimidatingly towards the small green grass beside the red pool, and let out a monosyllabic hoarse purr from her throat, the ring seemed to be full of cleverness.

"It's a parallel world, as you said. Ever since I saw you, I've almost never been surprised by anything." I turned my head and peeked at Bu who was about to scare the Ringmaster into the pool of blood Liz, wink at her. "For the three weeks you've been caught on Earth-[-], I need some useful information worth the time it took me to save John."

"Honestly I should have made your balls pay, Gardner. I didn't get caught," he said.

Oh, don't be so mean.I patted his hard spherical body and said, what is that?

"Are you sure that the Green Lanterns who captured your friend are these Rings?" Sirius didn't answer my question directly.

I think of the right hand that grabbed my shoulder from behind and tried to attack me in the Battle of the Green Forest.

The green ring is glowing.

I turned my head to look at the man with the same face as Hal, he was holding his right wrist and looking at me with drooping brows.

Then I heard my own voice.

No, they must not be from the same parallel universe.

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