Of Earth Sine

Portrait of a man seeking worldly world personality-image of socialized/civilized choices, narrated.

A psyche-portrait of Earth-realm characterizations, inspired by Cool World (Brad Pitt). 

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There I was, in my hostel-station, an Inn-Express in a Homeland-Jersey area called Echelon, making a comics-urbanization portrait of criminal insanity about Super Bowl TV-ads culture maniac-terrorists for the '24 season of sport (American football!) and had decided to create a special Harley Quinn rendering of femme-fatale mania, of social anarchy or terrorism of the criminal brand (of darkness!). It would be Facebook-like (sure).

There I was, sitting in my room pensive about this endeavor, about my project to render a silhouette color pencil-and-crayon likening of the iconic DC Comics antiheroine of mania and crime, the weird Harley Quinn, who was once a respected psychiatrist until she was transformed by her eventual dark-side love and criminal, the bad Joker (adversary of the heroic vigilante known as Batman). Harley Quinn was now a banshee, a messenger of the other side of the mirror of consciousness (or sanity!). She was simultaneously known and unnerving. She was from somewhere else, somewhere not of my Selfie-age of life linked everyday comforts of bread/fruit/Ego.

I rendered the image of her, as best I could, for what would a man who was more into creative language-arts than art/painting/drawing offer the world for an iconic 'avatar' of known/unnerving urban paranoia/anarchy (Harley Quinn)? I created the likening, and it was simultaneously child-like and colored-glassy fun for the Ego. It was as she was, a clown-lady and a face of unusual behavior arms of hyperbole (or silly weirdness!). I was pleased, as it was comparable to any character-reading of the perception(s) of human brain needles.

I was in my hostel-station, in the TV-lounge, on one given Sunday, enjoying a sports commentator speak of the '92 French Open ladies' final featuring the once-indomitable Graf of Germany and the upstart-shocker turned new-breed rival Seles of Yugoslavia. Of course I was intrigued, as I had been crafting my femme-fatale reading of the metaphysics of urban-insanity in the crayon-colored 'funny' visage of Harley Quinn (sure!). Women had that sixth-sense for mind contours of change or adaptation/reaction/sensitivity. Harley Quinn had become my dark Aphrodite for world-activity consciousness of simplified leviathan/uncertainty/chandeliers (for fiction!).

I got myself a cool vintage auto and drove it to the Grand Canyon. I heard Harley Quinn whispering to me while I drove. Was it because I made that color-crayon 'funny' visage of her, a child-like doodle for incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of civilization's arms for machinery/theater? Maybe it was just a ghost whispering to me, mocking me for my cartoon readings of urbanization worry/superstition. Maybe it was Harley Quinn herself (in some weird magical way!), while I drove that vintage auto cross-country, seeking some Rationalism for Earthling chirality. What would I find now?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)