Theorising the one could Time Travel as a means of escaping the terminal collapse phase of an imploding MicroUniverse,
SuperHero Donald S. Darko of Earth-833 Quantum-flipped himself straight into the path of a plummeting 16-Ton Stainless Steel Rolls-Royce 747-Boeing ChangeEngine – and VANISHED!
He awoke to find himself rudderless, and adrift in The Multiverse,
Facing Mirror Universes that were NOT his own,
And Driven by a seething resentment to visit righteous vengeance and just retribution upon entitled, millionaire Borderline man-babies, with narcissistic expression, and regular drink to FAR in Excess of what might be considered (perhaps) to be possibly considered safe, far too often, and to an extent that could only be described in terms that either meet or superceed the level of 'frighting' or 'alarming'....
His only Guide on His Journey is Frank,
A Conjured Avatar of his own Highest Truth, and Telemetry relay'd Down Through Channels From Kether to Malkuth
Who Appears in The Form of a 6ft. Bunny-Rabbit That Only The Donald can See and Hear –
And So, Professor Mysterio Darko finds himself phase-shifting from reality to reality,
Everywhere forcing it's Knights of Most Mournful Countenance to confront their Dark-Reflected Shadow-Self w. Shield of Truth and Black Mirror'd Armour –
And Hoping, Each Time, in Taking a Fool's Leap into The Next World –
To Make Wine from Your Tears
I Told You
That He Could Fly –
Because Moms Always Have Drapes to Spare
But Some of Us,
Don't Know WHY
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