Overcoming The Safety Of Routine

Things are becoming so fucking monotonous around here.
Boredom seems inevitable.
Work at the morgue is more dead than its denizens.
Its so pathetic that my first rush of excitement in six months came when the girl next door got caught fucking the elemetary school english teacher.

Only a teenager, yet already deflowered; dirtied.
Aren't I ridiculous? Ridiculous enough to make Rosie O' Donnell seem straight.
Oh, but I've got a plan.

Last night I watched a show on the History Channell where they talked about Jack The Ripper.
It was beautiful.
I'd never heard the story.
He was never caught...its goddmn amazing.

I've been thinking and I've decided I'm going to do it.
Recognition, thrills, they'll be mine.

Women of Fantasia, I ache to taste you all!
I shall not restrain myself!
Ready or not, here I come...