The Beginning Without An End LS = SL
Your heavy thoughts are my heavy thoughts. Your heavy feelings are my heavy feelings. Your business is my business. And my business is none of your business. Cuddly yours, Batman.
Gotham is undoubtedly a dangerous American city of fiction rife with grime and corruption and crime, the home of its iconic protector Batman. Described as dark, chaotic, morbid, creepy, dreary, psychotic, emo, gothic, tragic and horrific, full of hopelessness, just plain messed up. Such is God-damned Gotham City and the batshit crazy people in it! Wanna move into it? Feel free to do that, baby! To be with your Batman right off-the-bat. To be saved. To be loved.
To complete your Zero you can´t quit. Yeah. your adorable Zero who can be the ruthless Supervillain fighting all the real baddies with all his madman´s fury and strength. That most hated Zero is your loved Superhero doing Justice, that rusty, dirty business in the underworld. Sometimes, he has to play the Overlord, having the upper hand, the only one he has left, trying to survive, bringing the dead back to life. He´s having his most popular way. Famed or fucked beyond Death, online dating, or the Internet. Still, there are no buts, he loves you so much, you know he loves you more, he loves you more than anything, more than anyone, more than himself. He´s a fucking overly sensitive soul in the Hercules body killing at breakneck or breakheart speed. He´s Batman, your Batman, your sentence, needing your innocent breaths! Are you guilty or insane?
While Batman and most of his foes tend to avoid the mystic arts, Gotham City itself was born in dark magic. Centuries before the city itself was founded, a warlock was burnt to death on the island that would one day become the center of Gotham City. Over the centuries, his spirit corrupted the minds of the city’s inhabitants, making it a breeding ground for crime and corruption and grime. Upon his resurrection, the warlock named himself Doctor Gotham in honor of the city he helped create.
Doctor Gotham isn’t the only occult madman to leave his mark on the Caped Crusader's hometown. Claiming to be an ancient Native American shaman who was buried alive for murder, Deacon Blackfire first made his appearance by forming an army beneath the sewers of Gotham, eventually taking over the city before being defeated by Batman. In recent times, he reorganized his cult in the ruins of Arkham Asylum, but was eventually hunted down by Batwing and the Specter. So Gotham, steeped in the occult, remains the worst mental health care city of much mystery and many secrets …
Hey, when I was Superman, actually having beef with that conceited lady, I said supersomething along these transgender superlines, I'm not particularly fond of Gotham. It's like someone built a nightmare out of metal and stone and feeling and love. Such bad taste, yuck, disgusting, revolting, repellent, repulsive, sickening, nauseating, nauseous, blah! Even Superman can be phunny, right?
Are you a bad girl or a bat girl, or both? Remember me, Zero? How you almost laughed to death, and I saved you, you couldn´t quit me! Hello? Halo Holy Hole Tattoo? Baby, it´s me. I am Batman. I´m not a bad man my whole life. Either way, in this world lost and blown, you have been my Soul Love!
Love Story equals to Soul Love, simple math, plus
FYI, in the Watchmen image, Batman is the right guy
He´s not the center or left kitch, did you know, minus
Just in case, if you ever doubt or wonder why
Sin Us CoSin Us
Sine and cosine — a.k.a., sin(θ) and cos(θ) — are functions revealing the shape of a right triangle. Looking out from a vertex with angle θ, sin(θ) is the ratio of the opposite side to the hypotenuse, while cos(θ) is the ratio of the adjacent side to the hypotenuse.
This slow mo lovemaking version is for us who like it gentle and slow:
Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate
Is it bright where you are
Now the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets´ flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain
Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace
Is it bright where you are
Now the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets´ flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain
Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again
Is it bright where you are
Now the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets´ flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain
Strange
Strange
Strange
Ah selfishness … All suffering comes from clinging … Ah baby, tell me about it …
In the greatest poet´s humble words, shattered, I cling to you metaphysically, gently!
Ah selfishness … All suffering comes from desire … Ah baby, tell me about it …
In the greatest poet´s fiery verses, milk floods, I desire you sexually, strongly!
With the sugar sickness
You spy the kidnap kid
Who kids you to oblivion
It's the perfect hassle
For the perfumed kiss
He makes you miss him more than home
You love him
You love him more than this
You love him and you cannot, you can't resist
You love him
You love him for yourself
You love him and no one, no one else
Past sidewalk ashes
A last lovers arc
You come apart to intertwine
It was all so simple
As you watched him move
Across the darkness in your room
You love him
You love him for yourself
You love him and no one, no one else
And the winding vines
The pretty boys dive
And through the pinhole stars
Into the shadow mind
You will lose him then
On some gentle dawn
This boy is here and gone
You love him
You love him for yourself
You love him and no one, no one else
You love him
You love him more than this
You love him and you cannot, you can't resist
You love him...
My batshit crazy piece depicts the savage, sexual hunt of a goddess by a god, an allegory to celebrate the dizzying power of more than art. Not to warn against the honey dangers of sensual poetry. It is meant to sublimate carnal desire, or conversely to pleasure the hedonistic Batman, err, Zero, who is so truly, madly, deeply in love with you, without underlying it.
Daphne was kidnapped, oops, just kidding, by Apollo and taken into the underworld to be his wife. Daphne is allowed, ooh, will you thank me, to come back to the world to visit her mother and home, which is supposed to explain the changing seasons. My song is definitely a love song, about Daphne falling hard and fast in love with her captor, raptor, not the dinosaur, baby, come on, falling in all the sense of the word. He makes you miss him more than home. Because you are home, that´s all you have ever wanted, to belong. He´s your home, you are his home, his world, his underworld. Because that´s all he has ever wanted, to belong.
Apollo and Daphne remains mesmerizing for both its formal mastery and its disturbing, profoundly relevant subject matter: the ravenous pursuit of a hot woman, by a playful man who won’t take no for an answer, depicting the mythological drama that occurs between Apollo, god of music and poetry, and Daphne, a virginal nymph, conveying emotional and physical strain that reads as a powerful, disquieting depiction of wanted pursuit and sweet predation.
The never-ending love story begins with a pissing contest between two male gods: After Apollo insults Eros or Cupid, or even Stupid, Eros takes revenge by orchestrating a sorry scene of unrequited passion and possession. He shoots a golden arrow into Apollo, which makes him fall desperately in love with Daphne, then embeds a leaden arrow in her, enhancing the repulsion, wink wink, she feels towards her charming, restless pursuer. They can´t take it anymore, no, not anymore, the Crash and Burn persecution song! And more of it … Sponge Monger!
Thirsty Daphne flees Apollo’s hungry advances. When he catches up to her butterfly tattoo, drenched, she sacrifices her perfect human body and assumes the divine form of a laurel tree. But no, tireless Apollo does not let up, he loves her still. He places his last hand where, wing wing, he adores, hopes, and feels the gushing heart still beating … under the bark, and he embraces all the incredibly beautiful branches, as if they are still her lovely limbs, and kisses the holy wood, not Holywood, phuck, baby, his shrine. Hypnotized, electrified, stormed Daphne, however, still resists, wink wink, and the boiler shrinks to ecstatic depths, clutching his insatiable, potent torso, blushes, err, expands to new heights from his timeless kisses … etc, etc, etc. As the timeless cosmic love plot thickens, not sickens. Who saw this coming? Jesus!
This Real Experience song always screams to me of an unnerving forbidden romance, reminding me of an illicit student-teacher relationship, where the insomniac professor references the student nymphomaniac, how she is chased to no oblivion through the poetic art of love literature to escape from his platonic advances, transforms into a Libor Libertine tree of wanted desire. How teen and happy and sad yet beautiful!
This smooth version, with some different lyrics, is for those who like it rough and fast:
The sewers belch me up
The heavens spit me out
From ethers tragic I am born again
And now I'm with you now
Inside your world of woe
To move in desires made of deadly pretends
Till the end times begin
Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy you're so strange?
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets' flame
You can watch the world devoured in its pain
Strange
Climb my ribcage to
The replays run for you
Unhook my lights to peek behind the flash
For I am crystal chrome
I am shatter dome
And I am kremlin king of angels avenged
To destroy the end
Is it bright where you are?
How the people changed!
Does it make you happy you're so strange?
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets' flame
You can watch the world devoured in its pain
Strange
The zeppelins rain upon us
The guns of love disastrous
A shadow lies amongst you
To defy the future cast
Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy you're so strange?
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets' flame
You can watch the world devoured in its pain
Strange
Zero, neither positive nor negative, encompassing everything on neutral, not really, with nothing at all in between, just gets every body pleased, you know him!
These Zero´s songs never fail to rip me apart inside. I cannot escape the truth, the truth sets me free, and the truth is hard, the truth is this love and pain here. Beautiful yet haunting atmospheres drowning me deeper than you can imagine or swim, brooding on the highest level of heaven flights … hell yeah, I am Zero and …
This is just The Beginning Without An End …
Due to the email length limit, with more insightful Zero images, I will update the Substack version in a little bit so that you have the whole Batman picture of me, cuddly yours, LS
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