1 post tagged “mr. ice”
So I'm not going through a very good time at the moment. That's probably reason enough for me to stop typing now although it's a good source of inspiration. My antibodies have broken down and it's like an infection of taboos and vices have broken me down by now.
Imagine there is a place, an Eden where you could do evil and not fear its repercussions. Earth is a place for me to play and create but if I was given a heaven, I would love to be able to get away with evil. I wish I could say everything to everyone and not pay for it later. Oh, I wish I could destroy buildings and crush spirits by the thousands. I wish I was a swarm of killer bees or a rumoured mountain lion that feasts on joggers. I'd crush their bones with my teeth and lick my paws with glee whilst planning to hit the local malls next. Buahahahahhahah!!! Or not. Malls are so accessible, they let just anyone in. Have you looked around shopping malls? People are ugly. Eww.
There is as much simple logic behind insanity as there is genius and it explains how Mr. Ice, The Joker and Two-Face came to be. They all tried to save the woman (or thing) they loved most. They all started off with the best intentions for science, family and justice and found themselves scorned and punished by them, which was what drove them to the edge. It's what drove them to not give a fuck anymore and to hate Batman because he started with everything and was delivered good intentions after the death of his family. It was not naturally imbued with him to have so much good faith, it was given to him the night his parents died. Mr Ice, The Joker and Two-Face started out as ordinary men who had good in them from the start but there was only so long that they could hold on.
It's not just that the hard drives disappeared cos it came back and I'll have a film after all... but I'm human. I get tired, that even took a lot out of me and I've found that what helps is having a few beers, slurring and making loud noises as women do, because GARBLE FEELS GREAT. That's the tricky thing about a broken heart. It can't always kill you but it can mess with how much oxygen travels to your brain. I guess I can't be as disappointed because everything's been put to restoration. I'm just really tired. Really really tired.
