I am humiliated this evening.
Not only because I was doing my own superwoman thing but because I didn't realise you all were doing your superhuman thing from a perception of life, from someone we don't even know, that may not even know or...
doesn't know diddly about shit or life or super humanoids, but someone who could be
a mass maggot eater that loves peeing on himself while he masterbates under the gymnasium bleachers while watching teenage cheeerleaders, turn themselves on to, steroidial young but flexable football stars of the future multi-millionaire generation, while knowing they can't tell you the difference between a noun and a verb, while perpetuating a moan and a distinct viral infection that goes beyound the normal relative thinking that anyone who could come up with a vitual superhero wanna-be name yourself and believe it if you have to, web site...
can get over on a MOAB.

Love and Kisses, Rustic