Too Many Female Superheros (heroes?)

Chemically, the world has set up enough danger to mint a new bill.  If we were all heroes, there would have to be more than half women (lesbian shows,  duh!).  That brings me to my thingy:  Would we be able to make up that many female superhero names?  Help me as I try…





Murder Mermaid

Endless Menses

Bumpy Torso


Hillary Clinton

Pink Devil


Rainbow Fright

Ninja Bitch


Bride of Damnation

Meat Hooker

June Cleaver!

Sister Sinister

Killy Ripa

Daughter Slaughter

Sister Dark Fang

Shiny Smells Nice Stabber

Hairdo Fire

Electric PMS

G-Spot A-Bomb


Law School and the Pleasant Surrender of Everything

It all looks the same, but only people with considerable personality disorders enroll in law school and actually make it through the first semester.  Our goals are selfish and means masochistic, so we embrace abuse to do the superhuman, we must become inhuman.  The rules of “normal” do not apply to us.  We are not better, but we are not the same.  Something has been killed in us as simple as illuminated in the maxim, “Ignorance is bliss.”  Well we’re not ignorant any more.  The world is full of unspeakable horrors.  Messes made by insufferable people left for lawyers to clean up and profit from.  Basically, that is the overarching principle guiding our course of study thus far.  On deck for next semester, I have elected to take Professional Responsibility.  This is a required course in the ethics of lawyerdom.  I felt that it would be funny.  I am sick and need mental help.  That is why I shine in law school.  I’m the sickest of the sick in my class.  Law Review awaits!  I’m already the lone scholar chosen by the school to represent one of the richest most successful men to graduate from my program.  See.  Surrender everything and become a monster.  I love it because I can dispose of the facade I’ve built to be normal and resume my more comfortable role as a predator.  I’ve found my calling amongst the wolves, readers.  I wish to make it clear that law school will take your soul and replace it with space for your ego to grow (he is cramped within the strictures of your current “normal” life).   I will keep you updated as I learn the “ethics” of being a monster.  Stay tuned…FUN ABOUNDS!

The Horror of Incredible Pleasure

Poison purposefully positioned to push me up that aching ladder once again.  The world is different when you’ve got the key to heaven’s door. Never then again does life and its undulating grey ever smile the same.  It’s more than “hi”, it’s true love.  This time, a broken heart comes with crushing flu and a violent exit of all guts and those that lie therein.

The fun “oops” comes when, in heaven, you suddenly get bored.  From there, kids, there is no ladder, only a violent plunge into hell and a prayer that you will soon resurface on Earth.  Praying in Heaven.  Bored in Heaven.  This is the Horror of Incredible Pleasure.  Join me…

Why do I keep getting high and hit the ground every time?

If I go up into the sky how is there a bottom?

All of logic this defies I’ll never stop

This is the horror of Incredible Pleasure

This is the horror of Incredible Pleasure

Don’t name me for my head call master of the living dead…