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it really hit me this issue what this series is about, at least for me.
every issue is an exploration of the degraded, grotesque, and disgusting underbelly of some favorite idea of morrison.
having entered the abyss, he is forced to confront every dark and horrible aspect of everything he loves and values.
he sees himself as a disgusting old pervert, whose cats are dying on him, alone and playing around on the edges of child-porn.
he sees his dreams of superspydom, as misanthropic power fantasies, lashing out at the world to justify his own existance.
he sees his beloved superheroes, the imaginary beings that he works with and believes in, as prisoners of a hell of his making, getting their brains splattered against the panel borders, their wonder and imagination strip mined by the powers that be.
he sees the libertarian sexual utopia of deSade truned into a sleazy porn film, populated with rape and degredation.
he sees the potential for us all to be superheroes reduced to a pitiful fanboy, warped beyond all recognition, dead at the feet of an uncaring world.
he sees the immanent supercontext, the emergent new consciousness, as just another hive mind cult, with stupid outfits.
and he sees all of it as shit and trash, flushed into hell by benevolent garbagemen dressed like insects, led by nightmare apparitions of sickness, apathy, and delerium. |
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