I left my BvS forum home of 3 years and no turning back. I leave them behind me, I leave it all behind me. I go to the dark place where I first came upon whiny Superman fans; MOS section. I could not see it back then...I could not see his emptyness--a hollow shell, a rusty trap that cannot hold me. Smoldering visuals, I burn you burning you, fierce and beautiful. You try to drown me out... But your voice is weak. This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle broken, spent, unable to move, but the Bat is born again. A beautiful Hell.
Crickets pick up the chorus. A wolf howls. I know how he feels.
When you came for me I had never looked into comics. 300 changed the visual world.. . You were magnificent... it didn't begin then. No... it was two years later, when Watchmen caught flack on his wrist, when he shoved his comedian and landed on the pavement as a bloody wad.
BvS comes on to the world.
Why are so few of us left active, healthy, and without personality disorders?
Roach leaves.
JMC is partying in a California rest resort with a 77 year old yoga instructor.
Krypton the most level headed of us all leaves to find inner peace.
The Super-man exists, but my blood bleeds Batman. The best film Batman yet but Why do I feel hollow? Darkness needs a light. A Superman light. Too late for me. For the hundred thousandth time the Waynes die on film.
The dirt moves and I wait for JL. Gloom and all. I'm all in.
God help us all.